Beetles Skate For Free

Beetles Skate For Free

…and there you are then..

Break me I say
Break me like an egg
Thrown hard against
A cobbled walk
I’ll dry into a sheen
A glossy sheen
Hardened under a mid-day sun
That’s me, a tropical skating rink
For bugs and beetles
Or maybe I’ll drain
I’ll drain
Between the cracks
And feed the moss
That clings to life
Between the hot stones
I’m more
Root than flower

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