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March 12, 2012 / Samuel DiPaola

Tell Me More

Tell me more.
I want to hear everything.
Don’t leave out a single moment.

You are in the woods.
The sound of your feet along the path floats up through the tops of the trees,
and the birds all stop to listen.

You pause to remove your shoes.
The ground is damp beneath your feet,
but you don’t mind,
and you continue on your way.

When you come to a puddle,
you walk straight through.
The mud splashes your legs
and you decide to remove your dress.

You place your clothes and shoes on a fallen tree trunk
and walk back to the puddle.
You kneel down,
and place your hands in the moist dirt.

The earth gets caught under your fingernails and you decide to roll in it.
Covered from head to foot,
you are now a deep shade of brown,
and you smile.

Contented,
you stand up,
walk over to the tree trunk to retrieve your clothes and shoes,
and you move on.

As the mud dries against your skin
it feels tight,
and you know the meaning
of what’s wrong and right.

The sound of your bare feet along the path floats up through the tops of the trees,
and the birds all stop to listen.

Tell me more.
I want to feel everything.
Don’t leave out a single moment.

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  1. Christopher Shillock / Mar 12 2012 10:41 pm

    Love it. Good to see your writing again.

    • Samuel DiPaola / Mar 12 2012 10:50 pm

      Thanks!

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