happy earth day

aren't we made of earth's dirt?
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
where we come from is where we return
but for today, paint me colors
with the dirt underneath your fingernails
paint and sketch and coat me
with the yesterday's blues and tomorrow's greens
leaving trails circling and
revolving around the circumference of my throat
down to the tips of my cold toes

"please remember to recycle" 
but without thinking we already do
salvaging what's left of the dirty air
to inhale, exhale
inhale, exhale
without thinking we already do

but what if i'm a hoarder,
a bored lover, a happy smolder
what if i want it for myself
to hold it in
hold the world inside my mouth
keep the world safe for just you
until i turn colors green and blue

sprinklers

why do we like to spread water where grass did not intend to grow?
where maybe dirt was supposed to stay dirt
instead of planting seeds, preparing to reap and sow.

why do we like to love people who answer us no?
when the stars aren’t aligned and the chemistry is there,
but the timing is all wrong.

where dirt was dirt until somebody wanted more,
now there is a puddle of mud on the floor.