flying ones,
zip in clipped arcs.
chasing each other
on the humid air,
they form a ragged sphere
rolling in space,
parting and coalescing
around interlopers.

while grounded cousins
skitter over the
tile – back
and sideways-
and rush into
crevices when light
floods the room
then wait -huddled-
molting in the darkness.

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It’s National Poetry Writing Month again, write a poem a day for each day in April, or read a poem, share a poem. Celebrate!