Pine Hill #4

Pine Hill #4


I watched dust turn to mud before my eyes
And my conflicted mind was cleaned up by the rain
But my feet were still dirty
And stuck in the ground

The sun was out
But the rain still came in waves
the sky opened and closed
It couldn't make up its mind

So I sat and wondered
Why someone would carve "fuck" in a park bench
Or throw cans in a creek bed
Or hang a noose from a tree branch

And I got sucked dry by mosquitoes
And plagued with an itching
And I thought about leaving
But feet were still stuck

So I sat there forever
Because my feet were cemented
In the mud dried and cracked
Like my skin from a sunburn