Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Warm Earth

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.

Riley Welch

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