Forgotten Garden

Poem About Slugs
Banana Slug

Slowly now,
there’s no need to rush.
Just follow the iridescent trail
to a place time forgot.

There,
beneath decomposed memories and broken dreams,
are treasures to be unearthed.
Remove your shield;
don’t fear the sharp bite
that eventually gets us all.

Lie an ear against the cracked clay
that once was fertile earth.
Listen.
There’s an old song – a drum –
playing like a faint heartbeat.

Let the melody dissolve you,
absorb you.
Get lost in the place
that you once sought asylum.
Be nothing and everything,
for you are now home.

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