Feel the slugs sliming on your underneath
and wait for summer, when a colony of ants
may claim you as their spot. Feel the kick
as you hop off the road, and the landing.
Think about your situation on the pavement.
Feel the mosses and lichens take hold
as flakes and cracks drive into your outer layer.
Feel them checked for insects by birds,
and the many threads of spider web left.
Think about your situation on the pavement.
Samuel W. James’ poems can also be found in Allegro, The Eyewear Review, The Fortnightly Review, Dissident Voice, The Literary Hatchet, Amsterdam Quarterly, London Grip, Clockwise Cat, Peeking Cat, Sentinel Quarterly, Scarlet Leaf Review, Door is a Jar, The Beautiful Space, Elsewhere Journal and Ink, Sweat and Tears.
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