Things that strike me most forcibly
are those I call common as dirt
You see people in the street
ambling along oblivious
of their surroundings
chewing over something
common as dirt
intently concentrating
on something
that's struck home
a slight or a tragedy
it doesn't matter
people common as dirt
can still feel a quickening
beyond our ken
People and things
common as dirt
we pass by each day
unaware of the green
beneath the soil
pushing its way
toward the sun!
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