Nitty-Gritty Nails
Boots no longer, toes in endless
rows of red clay. He walks the Summer.
Sand still gritty from the
coast, a week ago; eyes close, waves return.
Swift kicks and sharp cuts
through the front yard; a World Cup fantasy.
A wash of muddy chalk; diving in
the rain and stretching for home.
Soil from a fresh flower bed;
awaiting breeze, ice cold tea in hand.
Cheesy wax matches the bowl;
eating without utensils, nor a care.
Dried conditioner packed by
setting spray; candlelit and cuddled.
Peeled skin matching streaks;
tracks down the shoulder blades of a fresh bride.
Shreds of peeling; stacked for
freshness. Awaiting culinary dreamscapes.
Gritty seasoning with the tongs
in hand; smoke rises, rolling on the wind.
Sticky residue under a thumb;
packaging loses the war. Smiles prevail.
Powdered; swaying on the way to
sink; delicious smells plated beautifully.
Toxic oil; an isolated platform
over salty horizons. A worrisome family…
Rough Styrofoam; rugged palms.
Stuffed furniture. Dodging pink slips.
Agony; Chutes of bamboo force a
young warrior into unknown octaves.
Scratching wooden floors,
dragged by her feet; somewhere devastating.
Blood, dirt, wood; A young man
in his early 30’s, lifted by the Legion.
Scrubbed clean; a successful
operation. Lives changed. Danger averted.
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