I step forward.
Grass surrounds my bare feet.
I approach a garden.
There are tiger lilies but beneath them there is dirt.
Larvae of locusts burrow through this dirt
and I reach down with a plastic spoon.
I accumulate the dirt in a bucket with the small plastic spoon.
My fingernails get dirty.
There are grass stains on my knees.
I go back inside with the bucket of dirt,
like a child with a pale of sand on the beach,
to try and perform magic.