Patterns
The early light slipped
Over the snail’s path
I knew it was slime
But preferred to see
It as silvery
This is a pattern in
My thinking
When I am happy
The snail’s pattern
Was impossible
To figure
To follow light
There is a scientific formula
I know it isn’t true
Just something man
Came up with to
Hold onto something that
Goes very fast
So I said a little prayer
Bio piece: Michael is between things at the moment.
and I, dear poet said a prayer of gratitude for your many gifts and skills that come together so perfectly simply and elegantly. T
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