Snails

If snails could speak

imagine the ponderous space

between utterings

slow soundings of kindness

freed from syllables

 

their headpieces

tasting wind

so near the earth

 

following no path,

leaving shiny trails

unnoticed

in their own view

 

carrying home

as a natural weight

 

bellies

propelled by ground

 

their words

in shapes

of silence.

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