Wednesday, April 24, 2013

NaPoWriMo 24


Not a cell, something
not yet known
too tiny to be a mote on a mote
the beacon adheres like a pushpin
to a shoulder
a mole
someplace benign
makes strange
and broadcasts.
The unlikely animals find it
track it,
hover, then embrace.
like big infected blankets
made from wet asbestos

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