Friday, May 27, 2011

small stone #6

wide-eyed and curious,

he peeks from his shell

with seaweed speckles,

where 8 monarch butterflies

landed permanently.

he puts his footing on two of her fingers,

and turns to look up at my friend.


"He fits in the palm of my hand",

she says.

"I've never seen a box turtle this size."

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Reach for the clouds. . .

Tickle your toes. . .

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