Worried Worm

Written for Wea’ve Written Weekly.
Our PoW Sally invites us to write a
poem about gardens and the many
things that lie beneath the surface.

The robin waits. She always does.
I feel her shadow, hear the buzz
of danger …. freeze …. then tunnel fast,
and pray this morning is not my last.

Then comes the shovel, cold and wide,
that splits my world from side to side,
a gardener who means me well
but turns my Tuesday into hell.

The rains arrive and flood my hall,
I surface …. gasping …. cursing all
that water, only to find there
a concrete sidewalk, hot and bare.

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This is “Digging In The Dirt” by Peter Gabriel

W3 Prompt #217: Wea’ve Written Weekly

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