by Wynn Everett
If this beetle knew her size
light peach backpack over speckled grey arms
a morning voyager
miniscule in a land of broken cement
twisted around blades
of earth breaking up journey’s rhythm
how quickly her end
by sun, gale or direction of this hose
spindly legs never shaking
never cursing her frailty amidst this infinite space
steady she walks
into the day.

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  1. A well-crafted eye opener: a human’s perspective of a beetle’s life seen as a human’s; a selfless, strong, and undaunted human’s, not to be pitied but admired.

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