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Wednesday, July 23, 2014

I sit watching a vibrant green grasshopper creep up a twig,
achingly slow,
its long, thin legs bending as far as they can,
and I whisper to myself
it's gonna jump
and I tremble when it does
and lands on the sunflower leaf.
I wipe my arms and legs
as if it jumped on me.

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