Snail



Written by: David Windle

Snail,
In your spiral porcelain,
Sliding up the patio
Towards the double doors,
Heading for a meeting with
A perforation of ants
And a tuft of thirsty grass.
Snail, sliding slowly
Along the scent of water,
unthinking, you trust
that soon you will arrive.



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