Earthworm

The worms that die

on the sidewalk

searching for their tiny piece of warmth

we’re kin, he and I

both lost in the wild jungle

of concrete and duty

both dodging giants

of physical and soul.

Too close to the sun

shriveled up and hollow

crunching beneath my feet

as I scurry to my prison.

once alive and thriving

wriggling in those rays

drinking up the rain puddles

now, dead and regretful

for simply wanting to be seen.