A Crab in the Woods
And eventually she’ll just lay down
and stay damp for a while;
sleeping in sweet peace
at rest from the thinking, thinking, thinking…
While moss creeps, crawls and crinkles over her toes
and bugs tickle her skin
and leaves cover her shell;
you’ll either join her, or let her go
back to the earth
where she belongs.
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