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