leftover tracks of bark beetles, from wikipedia.org
They know their lumber very well
in the forest, they leave trails of themselves.
Some other days, you're sure they were there
carrying specks of light their wings can bear.
What you're not sure is where they are now:
little friends of your polaroid and introspection.
Creatures of this earth, conspicuous and minute,
have a way of moving under the sky.
You're lucky if you know their secrets.
Being left alone - some of them want it.
Hiding is a game they play with a watchful sun.
Wondering where they are sprout like mushrooms
from time to time, in your mind.
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