John Pierce

A Report on the Bug on My Classroom Floor

We are not so unalike, are we,
my five-legged friend?


Both of us unable to grip
these waxen floors.

 

We never quite get where
we’re going, do we?

 

Our paths inevitably arc
to the wall.

 

We end our days
dazed in fluorescence,
one arm clawing at the light.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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