They dunked me in the creek;
a tiny brooklet.
Muddy, gooey with rotting leaves,
a greenish mold floating;
For love it was. For love of God
at seven. All in white.
With God's' mud ruining my snowy
socks and his bullfrog spoors
gluing up my face.
From Her Blue Body Everything We Know Earthling Poems 1965-1990 Complete.