#1800 - we're not the only ones here

 

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we’re not the only ones here

 

come under leaf

over frond

from shell

 

antennae, probosc

good day to you!

 

without them

simply, we’d not be

 

the sentience is branch and root

it’s not just our humaniverse

 

but all of it is reaching

every creature’s on the way

 

we’re not the only ones

who live in this place

 

come possum

come pick off the ants from the nest

 

and ants along with you

mites to dust

candyboots to snout

 

wave the feelers wildly

insects assert

some missions seem simple

sometimes louder than thought

 

between trees

summer cicadarama

 

a march fly to me

like a moth to its star

I flail

to play the part assigned

 

lesser wings come landing

and it’s the same inside –

whoever inhabits is habitation

think biome

or don’t think at all

 

don’t think the choice is yours

 

skin’s history

 

so much world wordless

 

full of meaning too