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  • I moved across the soil like a Worm Moo, a Wormmobile. I moved in worm quadrants with a periscope, moving through the skin and burst heat of spring bulbs.

    I moved like a Chirpmobile above, with a telescope, looking down at the Worm Eye looking up.

    The telephone wire was home to the Chirpmobile, while the Wormmobile digested the earth view.

    The worm went down to the soil room and developed the chirp pictures.

    The chirp watched the worm-aerated soil bloom. The worm carried the sky into the friable earth, the chirp had eyes made of loose dirt.

    Worm and bird in harmonic concert.

    (Photo by Susan of a newly bloomed Hellebore in the garden, April 11.)
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