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Woodworm

I would be
a bird in a tree
could I sing
tongue free.

I might be
a sea flower
a bee after me
a honey bee.

But a worm in a compost bin
in this dark quiet soil
that long handled shovel
coming for me.

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Posted byJoe LinkerMarch 6, 2022March 9, 2022Posted inPoetryTags:Composition, compost, Poetry, song

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