August rain
fat worms emerge
under summer rain
trace twisting paths
for eyes to follow
soil steams
like hot baths
and thoughts wallow
in the humid heat
of August
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dianadevlin
Full time poet and writer, published in a scant scattering of magazines and ezines, working on my first collection.
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