Interlude

6 Feb. 2017

Interlude 

I’m sitting at my desk,

reading Berger.

A curious tickle on my wrist

distracts me from the page.

Perched on my cuff is a small shield-shaped insect

– wonder where he came from –

his long feelers sounding the terrain.

He’s brown,

actually quite handsome,

but I deem it best

to put him out the door.

And return to what I’m reading.

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