Sounds Wriggle Up
rain brings worms
worms scribe themselves on the mud
a boy throws
the thud of a newspaper
sparrows fly up
later
foraging starlings attack the earth
sounds wriggle up
a muddy script is edited
a door slams
the ground rewrites itself
sparrows return
muddle small puddles
the mud opens tiny wet mouths
sparrows cock their heads
lost for words
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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