If you are grinding through this world
seeking all those magical truths,
your eyes are stopped unless
you pause to notice
the clasp and tallying eyes of a
praying mantis
or how a bean seed shoulders up
its horseshoe curve and tastes the air and rain
before committing its leaves
or how huckleberries talk
like fairies to the coming Autumn
then drop.
J. Pratt-Walter, © 2019
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