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Turtle Inscrutable

Updated on September 9, 2013

That turtle on its rock is so alert.

Not quick--its head is raised to see its world,

As though it stood to watch great flags unfurled.

Why does it stand there on this rock inert?

This is a world of water, rocks and dirt.

More graceful creatures call this home, their curled

Necks, graceful wings and flight surpass a knurled

Shell basking. It's so slow, it could get hurt.

Yet there it is with shell that's either rough

Or smooth. I cannot tell from here. It needs

Not to explain to me its basking. Tough

And wet is where it wants to be. Where leads

This world? The turtle does not move. Enough

There is--there's food and sunshine--so it feeds.


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