Sluggish returns

The dew dragged that giant slug from
the retaining wall again last night

Perhaps he was indecisive
on the up/ down question

Perhaps he has a one-second memory
and constructs his journeys randomly

Perhaps he was lost

Perhaps he just wanted to leave me
a silvered graph of yesterday’s
All Ordinaries Index


(First published in Mascara Literary Review, 2011.
Also appears in “Flying Kites”, Friendly Street Poets #36, Mar, 2012)