prospects

Down come the marigolds
upon my bare head.
Perhaps it is time to sleep.
An inquisitive ladybug creeps
over my left thumb, itching
for a late lunch.
We are both famished.
My shell has cracked wide
open yet I remain inside,
awaiting the revelation.
And so the afternoon continues.

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