The morning speaks
in cobblestone braille
and snail trail goo. You
might think my toes
would have a go at it
all, but my fingers are
what’s itchy. Twitchy
with time and not enough
time and rhyme that isn’t
jiving. Arrival’s easy; it’s
staying that’s a trick. And
it’s click that makes her tick.
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Quickly, day 7.
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such a visual beginning – love it
“cobblestone braille
and snail trail goo. You” – great imagery, and such classic De rhythm and rhyming.
So much fun to read this aloud.
I agree; Cobblestone Braille – wonderful image.
There are some places in cities I live in that have some old cobblestones…
If only they could be read, but then maybe the snails read them?
Keep clacking.