perjantai 8. syyskuuta 2023

ON THE TWO HUNDREDTH AND FOURTY-EIGHT DAY OF THE YEAR

As I walk in the warm afternoon air
to get the mail, on the gravel road
there lies dead, beautiful and pathetic,
a slow worm, run over by the car of
the people I just passed, talking
and laughing happily in the sun.

08.09.2023


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