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This brief page celebrates mud in western Pennsylvania football, finding seasonal beauty in dirt, collision, and the exact turn between fall and winter.

It is one of the manuscript's cleanest small pleasures. The whole poem depends on trusting one concrete regional detail.

'Getting Dirty' is a five-line burst of regional pleasure. It places 'Football in Western Penn' at the exact seam of the calendar - 'right between / Fall and winter' - and lets the whole poem land on one earthy exclamation: 'How wonderful / is mud'. The charm is its trust in a single concrete detail; the dirt the title threatens is reframed as a seasonal delight rather than a stain.