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A Snail's Trails - May 1, 2024

  • Gary Hunter
  • May 1, 2024
  • 1 min read

it toddles across the pond’s bottom

with only a fingernail of protection

spun into a ram’s horn

 

nothing in his slime trails indicates

he’s ever stopped at a fork in the algae

to see which way might be better

 

he simply roams his bowl-shaped

home without the highs of happiness

or lows of sadness to adjust his path

 

probably not for you and I

with our restless legs and

dreamy eyes and wings we’ve

been building since we were young

 

but for those that accept

the simple life

going round and round

in the place they were born

 

I mean  have you ever met

a miserable snail?

 
 
 

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