Blue Mat

I am joined on my blue rubber yoga mat
by a slug, moving as though all its senses
were concentrated in two fleshy horns,
their round nubs stressing and straining
to extend perception to the whole universe:
seems pretty confident of getting it right.
I close my eyes awhile, then open them:
the slug is gone, having left behind only
a crooked white trail, shapely, still wet.

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