A Storm

July 12, 2011
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Underneath the seams
of weathered rock
we stir, waiting
for the unavoidable
The black beetle clusters
pour like coffee beans
through the cracked red earth
as rain crashes through the barrier
of its dark container
portending change
the worms using rhythmic twirls
to gasp the air above the flooded dirt
the landscape, it was a wasteland
now, a storm flushes it with life

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