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| Playing God |
While sitting on a toilet
in the California hills,
I see an earwig try to climb
out of the bathroom sink,
struggling up the smooth porcelain.
I've never felt much empathy
for these pincer-tailed critters,
but seeing this one
slide
down the slick, steep sides,
after being lured by dripping water,
I say, "Brother, I've been there," and
help it out with a soap-bar wrapper.
The next time I'm caught
in a shiny trap, with
plenty of water,
but no food,
I hope that Big Earwig
in the sky
notices my plight
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