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| pill bug, Armadillidium vulgare [Discover Magazine] |
Bail
When my bicycle wheel
found itself caught between the rails
of trolley track I recall
thinking I’m going to fall, the bike’s
going to crash, no — no brake —
my chance is to make like a pill
bug, launch myself & roll
into the street, a spill the crowd
will think I staged, I’ll bow
to regain my feet, wowed to find
only one orange rind
of knee left behind as toll.
[this poem is a lục bát, thank you Phebe Davidson & Robert Lee Brewer for teaching me it]
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