A dark shadow glides across the burning asphalt
and stops while I fly past
one foot in front of the other
A spider, I thought
no, couldn't be
too long to be one, and slow
Scorpion was the next thought
no, couldn't be
they do not call this area home
I had to stop my stride and turn
sneak to where that dark blur rested
A long blue streaked tail
fading into lightning strikes
A baby, or perhaps a toddler
All I know is that it's
tiny
and fast.
like me.
It made the grueling heat on these back streets
worth the suffering.
Is it suffering if it is what I crave?
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 1:12 PM UTC
A dark shadow glides across the burning asphalt
and stops while I fly past
one foot in front of the other
A spider, I thought
no, couldn't be
too long to be one, and slow
Scorpion was the next thought
no, couldn't be
they do not call this area home
I had to stop my stride and turn
sneak to where that dark blur rested
A long blue streaked tail
fading into lightning strikes
A baby, or perhaps a toddler
All I know is that it's
tiny
and fast.
like me.
It made the grueling heat on these back streets
worth the suffering.
Is it suffering if it is what I crave?
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