On the road
an hour past sunrise slug trails glisten on the highway berm
Dave Bonta
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an hour past sunrise slug trails glisten on the highway berm
Dave Bonta's three-line poem catches a small, easily missed moment: early morning, a little after sunrise, and the shiny trails that slugs have left along the edge of a highway.
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