Make the pathway home
you gotta work
these whisper worms
curl speaking in the dirt
it spreads
it clumps say where you been
where you really
been the same place
as the day I took down
the for sale sign
all the clay is
broken
the chocolate mud I shovel up
eaten and excreted
you gotta work
the pink brown heads
appear
cosseting with time
us unhooved animals above
here sun in winter
planting
lemon thyme
work those whisper worms into a lather
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