Behind the old canal, there’s a little path
that will lead you over the channel
Don’t even ask
You can’t see it from here
It’s full of dirt
And falling leaves usually block the spot
Even at spring
Somehow
But you should pursue anyway
It’s just a little mount of dirt really
It’s barely covering the surface of things over there
Scratch it down, for a minute or two, and then you’ll see
It was just a mount of dirt really
Nothing that boring
Nothing that annoying
Nothing that should have kept you from hanging around there…
Nothing that should have kept you from moving on