Monday, August 8, 2011

Mondays Poetry Moment


the black backs of the beetles in the sun
shone with many colors
and looked like big exploding flowers
constantly changing
as the beetles walked away from me
it was like they spray painted
dots of color on the concrete
as they moved from place to place
yet left nothing behind

© Lydia Lowe  7-29-2011

*written at Lori Brack's writer's workshop

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