Take Care of My Dirt

LAND: you wish to purchase it to plant an orange grove.

The building will crumble to the ground to make room.

An old woman sat in a comfortable chair underneath a blow dryer, which blew hot air on to her almost completely hairless scalp.

The walls behind her crumbled and fell as she sat. Dust covered her dress, which I think once was polka-dotted but now was barely recognizable as an article of clothing. Looked more like a burlap sack covered with black powder.

She opened her mouth which once had teeth. The teeth were now scattered on the ground amidst fragments of broken glass, asbestos, and chipped pipes from the ceiling. Which was now beneath her frail feet.

"Take me home."

You put her on your back.

"My home is comfortable" you tell her. She falls apart in to dirt and joins the floor.

Gingerly you scoop the dirt in to your hands. A pair of glasses is in the dirt.

You take the dirt home and find it a little handkercheif (polka dots)

And wrapped the dirt up in it.

Put it on the windowsill, read to it at night, left it out in a sunny bright place.

Is it ever too late?

Maybe some day you'll plant flowers there.

Maybe some day...

...Some Thing will grow out of us all.