caked in the ridges
of the cobbler's palm,
smeared on the
mashed potato baby face.
war paint.
a hint of grit and grime
in a picnic lunch,
exoskeleton crunch.
worm food.
nematodes,
sticks and bricks
you have a home.
orangtang special spice,
percolating,
earth's blanket
under my fingernails.
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