a green insect that
i have never seen before -
the wings perfectly gridded in
the likeness of the veins of a moist
and chlorophylled leaf
on the windowsill he sits unmovingly
surrounded by harsh brickwalls
and a cold staircase
his keen greenness and
trembling antennae
spelling his acute aliveness
to me he looks alone and lost
what will he be sensing
of his fate?
we can't resist to interfere
and move him
under the shade of a tree
without fuss he melds with
his surroundings -
making sense again
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