Carry that pointed crumb
big as your thorax
back to the nest.
Loop-de-loop the spirals
of my notebook,
gaining no ground.
Negotiate the blue metal chips
in my driveway
like they’re landforms.
Merge under weed-leaf picnic brollies
past grains of sand
outsizing your head.
[Photo by Catherin J Pascal Dunk 2026]
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