Roach Trap

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I caught a cockroach with a cup.
There was nothing to crush him with easily at hand,
so I trapped him in a glass.
He tested the perimeter,
sporadic, lunging jumps,
while I found a wooden lacrosse stick - a bottle-cap attached to the bottom.

Can one cultivate compassion for an exploded cockroach?

God Light

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The filtering light made the room seem smokey.
The fan spun slow over head - the ceiling shifted on rotating shadow beams.
The blinds failed to block the day.
It was the eerie light that slips down through a forest canopy, or
dives through gaps in the cloudcover.
You called it God Light.
There were prisms in the air, but I was alone.