Friday, October 9, 2009

Poetry Friday

Oh, To Be an Earthworm

Oh, to be an earthworm.
It has five hearts.
When one is pained or pierced
the other four carry on.
It has no chin to "take it" on
no upper lip, no backbone
to keep stiff, just crawls
along in closest touch with the earth;
doesn't yearn at the stars
or stretch for the moon
but goes about its intimate
business, living its soft life
to the full, savoring it,
inch by inch.

- Ralph Fletcher

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