Earth

 

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My toes touch the cold concrete

Before I scud through the wind, o’er the lea

To meet the damp strip beneath the tree

 Bare skin, hues of earth it gleans

A green patch tickles my heel

The Sun plays Tag with my feet

Chases as I leave my shoes,

Let my cracks breathe.

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