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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

a Dodoitsu for OpenWrite https://www.ethicalela.com/dodoitsu/

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

for OpenWrite https://www.ethicalela.com/the-important-thing/

Window fans singing in synchronized rhythmic voice to its audience

for Algot

He wanted (something) but only between (the) sleeve (of) my shoulder(s);

(these) hands (were ones) that took photos

(it was) a library from feelings, (but he) found nothing, right?

But I heal; (and) I had (a) friend, there, smiling

An X poem for OpenWrite, using “Bot Therapy” by Mary Norris, via New Yorker

Unplugged curiosity goes by many names, depending on where you live.

Forget what the calendar officially says.

For many young Americans, an otherworldly glow signals the start of summer

But across the country, many harbingers of exploration may be blinking out of existence.

What was once a series of tales from old-timers about the decline of curiosity from the days of their youth is coalescing into an observable truth:

Nearly 1 in 3 moments of curiosity in kids in the United States and Canada may be threatened with extinction, due to digital devices

— for OpenWrite with original text for this Cento poem is from The Washington Post: 'Summer Is Here – Where Are The Fireflies?' https://www.washingtonpost.com/climate-environment/interactive/2023/firefly-summer-extinction/