Clogs of Mud

I step into the rivulet, my foot caked in mud
It’s cool and fast, and the water takes the mud away
Once my foot is washed, I step on the mud again
And press it down, so that it’s deep into the mud now
I lift it with effort, and wobble on the mud then
My other foot presses deep, sinks into the mud too
Then I balance myself, on clogs now of the mud made
And teeter by the stream, water ahead, mud behind
I teeter over the stream’s flow, on my clogs of mud

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