Yesterday was one of those perfect early spring days,
the kind of day so vivid
the colors announce themselves with exclamation points
The daffodils were so yellow (Yellow!)
that they put to shame anything else that dared
call itself yellow.
It was that kind of a day.
I was weeding the flowers beds
and pulled up a particularly stubborn clump-
weeds, roots, dirt-
and revealed an earthworm.
The soil was still cool,
and the earthworm was still sleeping
when I suddenly and rudely removed his blanket.
I imagined him yawning,
rubbing his crusty eyes,
and saying, “What the hell?!!”
and quickly covered him back up.
I wondered if the earthworm later