I've Spent Hours Turning Rocks
by Francine DuBois

and i never find what i'm looking for,
but only worms and roly-polys.
do they think of our houses like we think of dirt?
do cockroaches consider us dirty?

as i sit and play in the puddles, i'm careful
not to squish the earthworms that rise to the top
like freshly cooked pierogies

it is this attention to the small things
the life that so many throw away
like bottle caps and paper clips
that prevents me from sleeping

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