Living Dog Turd On Parade
The slug along my sidewalk slithered,
Past waving wisps of willows withered,
Past ferny fronds and grassy greens,
And wondered what "I wonder" means.
It slid along a string of slime,
Considered space, considered time,
And theories of the superstrings,
Considered oh so many things.
Relativity and loss,
Heartache and the smell of moss;
These things it thought of as it dithered.
The slug along my sidewalk slithered.
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"February made me shiver with every paper I delivered, bad news on the door step, I couldn't take one more step, I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride but something touched me deep inside, the day, the music, died."
I have no idea if you intended it, but this popped into my head as I began to contemplate your slithering slug.
Didn't intend it. I wrote this one night after walking Tiny and stepping on one of the giant slugs on the sidewalk while barefoot.
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