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.
lol lovely!
ReplyDeleteI look for blue
ReplyDeleteslowly in the gravel
get there in the end