June 24: 3-7: Worms

falling in love
robins grab worms
and pull

my hat sits askew
what this garden needs
is some worms

words coming out
in a whisper
worms underground

rain over
I step on a worm
and cry

I speak sternly:
robin — let go
of that worm


Yes, worms. It’s been raining a lot here, okay?