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I sit in the park
letting sun rays warm my back.
Staring at the bright spring flowers,
I think about all my plans
and wonder if I should just forget them—
After all, nothing compares to the Texas sunshine.
I could stay here and just plant myself in the dirt,
so that I too can bloom
and bask in the sun forever.
Maybe the woodlice will come and feast on
everything I outgrow,
everything I am no longer,
all that breaks off in decay.
At least that way, whenever I feel stagnant,
I can reflect on the tiny lives I’m nurturing,
my lifelong friends.
Oh, to live in this roly-poly folly!
But these pals are quick to remind me,
as all good isopods should,
that every part of me is too lively with laughter
to give everything up and for their taste buds.
Moving forward with only options aplenty
and hopes that I grow and grow,
I pray the pill bugs never think poorly of me.
