Two days ago I reminded Bob about a worm poem I wrote while attending BYU. It was something about being a savior to a worm caught in a rain puddle on the old steps that lead up towards the Maesar building on the south of campus. I had picked up the worm and tossed it into the flower bed. Well, this morning after a light snow in the night a worm was on the driveway when the temps dropped. This time I'll leave it to someone else to resurrect this guy. Here's the most recent worm poem twenty-three years later:
Morning Glaze
Arise, son of Hermes
Daughter of Aphrodite
Asleep upon a concrete meadow
Ice has swallowed your victory
Adieu visceral home
Humus of soggy soil
Forsaken one, I'm helpless to ransom
Someone else will have to quicken thee.
OK OK. Here's a better one:
Morning Glaze—the Haiku
March robin hor´ doeuvres
Glazed eyes look from concrete plate
Earthworm popsicle
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