Poem: Speck In the Rush

 

Speck in the Rush

 

bounced off a chitinous face

with officious eyes

and a practical proboscis,

 

i fell sideways along the sidewalk,

smacked by elbow bumpers, and steered

by assaults of busy stride.

 

the citizens of the city

had become sheep with insect faces,

their cars cocoons

that never gave birth to any rest.

 

i would always be too slippery,

a speck in the semipermeable rituals,

mocked, jostled, spun, tripped,

 

in the rush.

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4/22  "rituals" replaces "stress"