Soil Stained

You weren't the first to soil her plants-
as it didn't take much to provoke
her dominant raking hand to strike
after the first of July.

But it was only after your fourth attempt
of scraping the remains of a hard day's work
from underneath your bitten nails,
that you realized the damage was perennial.

Next morning found you;
overalled and green-kneed,
wiping dew from apple blossom cheeks
in efforts to cleanse your ten-year-old mistake.