The Nature Boy
A boy of six walked before me
Crossed my path in stunning mess
Hanging mucus on his nose
Like frozen dew on wintry bough.
He browned his head in soil-smoked play
Blew off bubbles as he breathes
His face was buried with brown soil
The tears ran down his sunken eyes
Drawing furrows through his cheeks
And sinking above his desert chin.
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