The Death of a Worm


It was early July and the day was hot,
the month proving to be one
of the hottest in years.
On the neighborhood sidewalk
was a worm, frying and cackling
under the sun, like the way water sizzles
in a pan on the stove and an innocent
drop lands on your room-temperature hands causing you to
j
e
r
k.
Its body was contorted like the lines kids draw
to show waves in an ocean. Up. Down.
Up. Down.
It didn't get far.
Did you know something could have
so much life as it is dying?

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