i feel scratching on my belly
i lifted my shirt it's hopper
how she get their is mystery
oh! maybe looking for warmth
wings could have propel her
like astray bullet from jungle
dart me on my back while i walk
seeds from grass rides on my shoes
i become carrier of animals; plants
we are all are; we do it unknowingly
even diseases from other countries
hiding in airplane; breathe them
take it home to your children, sad
but we have limited ways of knowing
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