Muted Observation of Small Things

Notebook battered, spine-broken from underuse
a life traveling, sitting blinded without thought
while bristling nature hastens past:
glorious colors, swelling sounds bursting like wings
from the back of a startled iridescent beetle

About andrewwhiting

A sentimental and sarcastic poet, lover of language, traveling and nature (not a fan of the Oxford comma).
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