A snail has a way of showing
that our quick attention
masks their intention.
So much that even slowing
down to look close
and focus on the motion,
we ask where they are going.
And if we turn our gaze
for part of a day
we have little chance of knowing
which way was forward
after we were bored.
Little winds slowly flowing.
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