Robyn Sarah
Pause for Breath

Second stanza of a meditation on earthworms…

It is mute.
It abides in the dark, under porches.
It operates below ground
its tunnelings aerate.
It thrives on decay —
each day
casts many times its weight
in black gold,
giving back better than it takes.
It is the sign of living earth.

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And so for day 2948

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