shovel

you were wet
covered in fur

it
was raining
the sky
laughing
crying
begging to learn

time
stuck to my shoe
leaves
mud on the floor

the memory arrives tomorrow

who invented the shovel

I sit
with squirrels and chipmonks
bluebirds and butterflies

“get a job”
the cats are yelling
I do not understand

and
into the earth we
go
dream
I was digging

I hate this day
here comes tomorrow