Turtle Eyes
by Diane Webster


He’s a turtle most of the time…
only a shell with tiny eyes
peeking from within,
alert for hungry dogs
with sharp claws digging
and jaws snapping movement
or caterpillar shadow
undulating bigger than life
across vision used to dim
narrow view of the world
changed only when spun
into a different direction
and vertigo settles.






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