on rain

or really more like,
on the worms that hide in puddles,
lurking in the aftermath for I-don’t-know-why,
just their guts decimated by the tread in my classmate’s shoe:

I like this because I only have time to glance at the pieces,
I am going to class
and I will never know if that worm was cut clean enough
to grow up and squiggle away,

twice,
in two directions.

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