a crawler

somewhere between
the road
and the next road
a tiny being lives
it knows no words
so knows itself
by what it does
who it’s with
where it goes
it crawls in the dirt
so it is a crawler in dirt
and we’re so blessed
with speech
and brain
that we give it a name

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