Ladybird
crawls across the world
of an open
atlas
unconcernedly scaling
mountains
walking on the water
of an ocean
it is crossing
with a blasé lazy motion
following each
twist & turn
(as if it must)
of the river
it is exploring
unaware perhaps
that this river is
the Bug.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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