corn on the hook. mud– everywhere
i can hear the rain, and the yelling.
we got in trouble for not staying inside in the storm.
i never have liked to stay out of the rain.
overalls are good for being wet; they hang like fern leaves and make you jump like a wild colt
run hard like a new born song of praise to the heavens
one that splashes, louder than the fish that got away
i looked out, and knew nothing of now.
i look out now, and miss the mud and the freedom of being small and looked over.
with much knowledge is much pain.