The ground overturned itself
Under the force of the storm
Mixing and churning bubbly
Smelling Earthy
Letting the drops tear it apart
And mix it back together again
The pavement hissed
Cooling and unruly
Beneath the open sky
Mud and filtered water rushed in tiny streams down pathways
And any crack it could fit
Flooding ant hills
Washing wet warm worms
Spilling splashing one over another
Fresh Clean New
Sunrises first cleansing.
2/27/2015
Riley Welch
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