Of Snails And Constellations Poem by Scott Twombley

Of Snails And Constellations



There are no lies
In this backyard kingdom
Where creation spirals
Within your shell,
Those very ones
I’ve crushed like dreams
Beneath my foot,
Or thrown, in some small rage,
Against the garden wall
To form new constellations
Where Orion’s Belt
Can yet be traced among
The sun-dried remains
Of what life you had

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Written following a moment of random contemplation after mowing my yard one blustery day...
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