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Beneath shade of oak, we cool off; she spoke of where shadows meet the soil

Bagel Days begin smeared from a tub of cream cheese; a messy morning

for Algot

We're barely threaded in light clothes – lord knows the sun covers us in heat

Grey days — such a drag — the sun gets dressed in overcast; an elusive game

Nibble on the skin, the small stone within the plum begins its dreaming

Heads resting on grass, we gaze skyward into clouds, falling with the rain

These cool morning rains, harbinger of humid days and then, restless nights

I no longer remember to put the tea kettle on, with a bag inside her mug: it's automatic

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The important thing about earthworms is they go nearly unnoticed, until the rains

They nibble on the dead of the earth, like slimy zombies eating organic for the world

They sense sunlight, but cannot see, and it's through a porous skin from which they breathe

They burrow through to aerate soil, turn and toil, turn and toil, so that roots might hold

The important thing about earthworms is they go nearly unnoticed, until the rains

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Window fans singing in synchronized rhythmic voice to its audience

for Algot