she smirches her skirt
as she sits in the dirt
carefully creating the perfect
mud pie
her billowing white sleeves
catch the wind blown dirt
darting out of her hands
she giggles and rolls
like a farm pig
cooling off
nothing finer
that her fancy
patent leather
mud-covered shoes
fancy free
this young girl
rolling in the mud
and wrecking the soil
squinting her eyes
as she watches
day dull into night
asking
"Can I stay up a little longer?"
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