May 3, 2010 -- JUne 28, 2015 The World's Original Online Poetry Bar
Thursday, March 19, 2015
FATE
by Marc Carver
I looked down at the pavement
saw a small snail on the ground.
I got worried about him
so I picked him up
put him by the wall where he would be safer
maybe I had changed his fate
or maybe I had changed my own.
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