One thing I don’t miss
When I go to the desert,
Is the morning after rain.
The ground is wet and soaked
So you walk on the high parts
Avoiding the puddles
That’s where the worms are.
Waterlogged, bloated,
They throw themselves down
And you wonder why
Despite early birds and april showers
That there are still worms
How can there possibly be
So many places to crawl
In the two inches underfoot?
But you watch your step,
Hoping that a wriggler
Escapes the great flood.
Apr 23, 2009
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