Turn Your Head and Kafka
my days as a
larvae are
largely a
worth
while
living
eating leaves
apart from bark
of fallen trees
life's a lark
except to
mind the
aardvarks and
andvanced
chimps that
surmise this
stick looks
like a tool
but that's old
school for a
feeling foretold
someday my wings
would unfold and
what after all are
wings
but who am i
to think these
things untrue
so a day comes
and i find i'm one
a hard shelled
beetle but in bed
on my back and
can't get up to
use those oh so
useful wings
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2020
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