in the dirt i’m easy to miss

i’m watching her but
i don’t think she sees me
does she see me?
am i easy to miss?

i watch as
dew pools on her chest
moondrops and salt water
dust from old bricks lines her neck
steam rises from the bark of a felled tree

i lean into a mound of dirt
i’m watching her but
i don’t think she sees me
in the dirt i’m easy to miss

i watch as
her toes dip into the stream
orange leaves float into her shins
brown earth and shards of gray light
thin mist surrounds her muscled hips

am i easy to miss?
i’m watching her but
i notice chunks of brick
in the dirt i’m easy to miss

i watch as
cold water washes her skin tenses
moondrops salt water and brick dust
gone washed away toward some ocean
she dips her long dark hair below the surface

i’m watching her but
does she see me?
bits of and old home
in the dirt i’m easy to miss

i watch as
steam rises from a felled tree
orange leaves and shards of gray light
her chest her dark hair her muscled hips
her toes vanish washed away toward some ocean

i sink into the mound of dirt
remnants of an old home
i hope that she saw me
in the dirt i’m easy to miss

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