The Beetle Poem by Robert Leary

The Beetle



There is a world beneath a leaf
In which the beetle finds relief
There, alone, it ponders what could have been
Until it was too late to start again
It thinks 'perhaps another day'
But soon the leaf is blown away

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Robert Leary

Robert Leary

New London, Connecticut
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