Found Dead on the Step

It is a cockroach
of that I am sure.
An inch and a half
and a perfect oval.

Its abdomen is ribbed
in exquisite
insect symmetry.

A similarly shaped nut
gingerly glazed on a
bright silver tray
is second in display.



Poet’s Notes: It was a NYC cockroach on the step on my apartment building. So beautiful I’m happy I didn’t step on it. (Weird, I know. :-0))

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Found Dead on the Step

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