by Lucille Gang Shulklapper
Into
their thin-walled shells
the snails struggle, away
from juicy leaves, spray dripping with
poison.
Watching
them inch towards death, gray in the sun,
worm-like on stone pavers,
the leaves forgive
themselves.
After the Rain
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This one is a beauty. Real poetry. Thanks.