November 12 - November 16
is it their graceful gliding,
the way they carry their connection
to the universe in the logarithmic spiral
riding beautifully on their backs
or the delicate and silvery
diary of wandering words?
smitten by gastropods
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What a poet you are! My first response was from child Bethe pouting “I want Fibonacci on MY back.“ (Just hit me that as a child, I thought of my mom as alternately golden and mean 😠😚). It is a mystery to me how humans carry these beautiful ratios as the essence of our physical bodies and yet so easily seem to get out of proportion in so many ways.