the snail having time
along and along with shell and air
so slow,
having touched so much
shadow
and rain falling from above her pain
a reflection
of time
absorbed in a minute
of speed
no one may lead
or follow
snail.
where moisture is deepest
snail has traveled
in spring
winter soaked
her shoulders came out to play
on with time
turn away.
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