A Chance Encounter -For Charlotte's Contest
Pavement dry and cracked, worn by time and traffic
All those frantic people traveling from here to there
And for many, rushing, but really going nowhere
I saw the little fellow, a snail with his house on his back
Starting to cross the massive divide, the black expanse
No intellect to tell him this could be his very last dance
I picked up my slimey friend and we quickly crossed the road
And I gently placed him safely at the foot of a leafy tree
This was not his time to go, coincidence had set him free
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2013
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