Deep-Ocean Grey
A slug
deep-ocean grey
a little curled
and a little dry
lay on the bathroom floor
deathly still
I bent down
and gently picked it up
carrying it out to the garden
I placed it in a shady spot
under a tree
and waited a while
until it moved
then left it there
all day
I thought about that slug
a little curled
and a little dry
was it mom, dad, brother or sister
would it
I wonder
think about me.
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