Swa

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Still panting from my morning run.
I place the glass to my lips
gulp down the blackcurrant cordial,
& take off my top.

I watch a snail crawl
over the wall, hauling its speckled shell
to the narrow alcove
away from the rising sun.

Its eyes feeling their way
through a rising dew.

I reel through the shit on that list
in my head, let out a little sigh

as the snail reaches its destination
reclines slowly into its shell.

Some creatures just have it nailed.

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