They call it gumbo here
This soil
Which squishes between your toes
Which sticks
To the bottom of your shoes
In varied thick layers
You kick it off your feet
As you walk
But it comes right back
This rich, heavy dirt
So fertile
And so pungent
Like rotting
Yet also like living
Decomposition
And reconstruction
You like to feel the clayey soil
Sticking to your feet
It reminds you of
Your origins
And your ultimate destination
For from the earth we came
And to the earth we go
It is good for us to remember
As we walk around
That we are really
Just part of the earth
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