A couple weeks back on the Seattle Poetry Chain, Michael Rust wrote about a traffic jam and a lightning storm.
This week, Rust has chosen Susan Skilling, who offers us a tiny, untitled poem:
Beetle, wandering nowhere
it would seem
through a forest of grass
your glossy armor
reflecting the mid-day sun
your feet dedicated
to their lonely lopsided path
your ancient heart pulsing
in the great heart of reality
dear beetle
what a kinship we have.
Which is just about perfect for a gorgeous summer day, I reckon. Tune in next week to see who Susan Skilling chooses to be the next poet on the Seattle Poetry Chain.
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