Thursday, September 18, 2014

Turtle Crossing

On my way home,
I saw a turtle crossing the road.
Itching along slowly,
Like an old woman taking
A stroll in the park.

I had to swerve so I wouldn’t hit him
And interfere with his errands of the day.
He was probably coming back
From the grocery store,

And is the sole provider
Of his family of five;
His three youngins’ would be
Ecstatic to have him come home.
So you see, I couldn’t run him over.

* written  Sunday, May 29, 2011

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