into the soil

roots burrow deep,

push dreams up,

see if that sun

really is that far

away at all.

sweet things form

in the heat

like wild teenagers.

soon bigger creatures come

and crash those summer

romances to juice.

dreams get stronger,

concentrated into truth

in those dark places.

I drink these stories

of liquid love,

get softer in that warmth,

soon returning to expel

myself, give back

that living memory

to fuel more dreams

in the dirt.