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Mike Bell/ August 12, 2016/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

I watched the worm
turn, blindly,
a sprung hose flailing,
only to discover

there was
no easy shift of soil,
no burrowing down,
having the pressed earth,

of my footprint,
casting there
an immutable slab,
for a worm.

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