As I grow closer to the dirt
I dream of the diet of worms
not so much what they'll do to me
But what from what they do produce
I relish in the thought of what I might
become...a radish....a potato....zuchini squash
Or maybe it will rain.....I'll be a mudpie
Or a swallows home.....hanging over cliffs
In Richardstowne.
I love the thought....I won't be thinking
Just being
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