I Move Closer

It wasn’t there yesterday, but

it’s there today,

a large brown bug,

still, unmoving.


When I check again, it’s still there,

still unmoving.

I move closer.

I pick it up.


I turn it over. A tiny

seed’s held tight in 

its grasp…What will

I die holding?


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