The Slug
A Haiku in One Moment
a slug moves across
the flat rock leaving a thin
wet line behind it
About the Creator
Tim Carmichael
I am an Appalachian poet and cookbook author. I write about rural life, family, and the places I grew up around. My poetry and essays have appeared in Beautiful and Brutal Things, My latest book. Check it out on Amazon
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You captured this moment perfectly. Fantastic entry!!
Genius!
Wait, where’s its shell? That snail is naked (or a slug), and ooh, stepping on one barefoot is worse than (though not as painful as) a leggo.