Garden Musings: Bonding with Worms

One morning
I was walking to the station
|On my way to work.

It was hot
Not yet unbearably so
But hot nonetheless.

There was a worm on the sidewalk
Wriggling its way
East to west
Across a frying pan expanse

Pursuing a strategy
Only the blind could see.

Good luck with that
I thought
And stepped over him.

I only made it a couple of blocks
Before I stopped
And turned back.

I bent down
And moved him
To safety.

I missed my train.


~ Bob Besse

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