feeling its feet, its presence
an early-morning walk in the woods
gaining a friend, a passenger,
feeling its feet, its presence,
about two hours later
sitting at my desk, the computer,
looking down on my hand
seeing the green motion
the inchworm working its way
down my hand, my fingers,
craning, hovering in midair
taking my new friend outside
setting it down in the grasses
other adventures, hills to climb,
no longer on my person
#poetry #poem #hope #nature #touch #senses
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