edwards park.

napowrimo #28

I.

when we crossed
the river i made a mistake

one hand in yours, plucking grass
from a lawn with the other,

stomping the slugs and
snails downwards, into the earth

II.

you curl
fingers together
with yours in a lone
mitten;
you lost the
other, or gave it
away

III.

beneath our umbrella we damage
the soil, we dig with purpose

in the end
we ask for the rain, for
the way it becomes when
we’ve torn up the streets