In the dirt

by MistressAli

The leaves are falling like my heart

Because i can't quite grasp-

She is young, but ripe with wisdom

Her curls and feet unwashed, for

she has better things to do,

and she needs to dig in the dirt a bit more.

Sheep wool's arms around me,

her sweater scratches.

I can't quite grasp

the paradoxical feel of the words

I go hot and cold and hot again

as she sings, “I love you, I love you,

I love you.”