Mud-puddling

I, I gotta walk away from it.

Um, I'm gonna read a poem called Mud Puddling, which was inspired by a James Crews poem called Mud Puddling, and in fact we were together when I wrote it.

I, uh, we were in, uh, San Luis-

San Luis Obispo

Um, okay.

Uh, maybe I'll read it and then say a few things about it.

Mud Puddling after James Crews.

Those years the kids and I gathered dark mud in our hands, slathered it all over our legs, our bellies, our arms, our faces, our hair until only our lips and eyes were not coated in thick river mud.