Fat with poetry, forsaken
exercise for words I like
too much for my knees
to bear, anymore –
slowed down to take
another closer look
to see what I missed
with more agility,
this world is full of bugs,
it seems, beyond asphalt,
concrete, and the clean streets
empty in our dreams, but
bugs are busy feeding
themselves and many others,
small details very near
the beginning of things.
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