we sat on old, dead logs
and squashed ants with our big toes.
feet tell you lot about a person,
like how much they're willing to share,
where they've been,
and are likely to go.
our cousins hated it of course,
getting bug guts all over your toes.
but we didn't mind a bit,
since the stream was right there,
ready to clean us up
before mama called us for dinner.
their feet were stark white,
ours dulled and brown.
their nails were a shiny ivory,
ours old, bronzed plaques -
awards for living our life,
and squashing ants with our big toes.
1 comment:
As always,love your imagery.
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