Poem: Speck In the Rush

 

Speck in the Rush

 

bounced off a chitinous face,

its officious eyes

and practical proboscis,

 

i fell sideways along the sidewalk,

smacked by elbow bumpers, steered

by assaults of busy stride.

 

the citizens of the city

had become sheep with insect faces,

their cars cocoons

which never gave birth to any rest.

 

i would always be too slippery,

a speck among semipermeable rituals--

mocked, jostled, spun, tripped

 

in the rush.

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9/26 streamlined some more

4/22  "rituals" replaces "stress"