The hot sun bearing down
The dust kicked up
By millions of feet
Giving way inch bysour inch.
I yell fully
Though my stomach is empty
To the passing people
And their behaved animals.
I ache from the waist down,
So much so, I want to throw up.
But I persevere.
I am not a quitter.
A thought occurs to me.
I appreciated, as would you,
That taking off my shoes
Would be pleasant.
I would like to,
Though I would be displeased
To find how much dirt
Must be washed away.
And that thought,
Of taking this action
Was disgusting
And delicious.
