Saturday, October 22, 2016

Lucy Alexander Poem # 52 Blue Snail

Here, too, the snail though blue
is mighty slow on his one thorough foot
ploughs the troughs of pebble
down sortie into night
the dark is his shade of choice
if he chooses the enormous
pedestal of his own frame

out among night’s meandering
he is flaneur of the forest,
shell at an angle to suit the

hue of his mood.


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