soil [a poem]

rocky soil
packed down beat down trampled path soil
soil
woven with weeds
good healthy soft
soil
I am soiled
not soft enough
too many rocks
in no real pattern
for no real reason
and my imagination can't make one up
I don't think I can change this soil
of mine
yet I can tell anyone
how to fix
any soil
but mine

[yeah Mike, your right,

"I could laugh

but it's not funny..."]

yet
the only way

I can really change you

is to change

simple to say

painful to act upon

by b.e. noll