Treasure Island

Robert Leary

(New London, Connecticut)

The Beetle


There is a world beneath a leaf
In which the beetle finds relief
There, alone, it ponders what could have been
Until it was too late to start again
It thinks 'perhaps another day'
But soon the leaf is blown away

Submitted: Sunday, July 25, 2010
Edited: Saturday, August 07, 2010

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