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Animal Rights Poetry By Lee Slonimsky


So molecules seem theoretical,
abstract conceits, small art of microscope,
maybe mirages like quarks, isotopes,
rule over facts by the conceptual.

But not so on the gecko's tiny beat,
in which it climbs up walls so casually;
infinitesimal hairs on its blur-feet
can wrap round molecules relentlessly.

Three feet a second is its rate of climb
or quickness crossing ceilings belly-up;
its doctorate in physics straight from timeó
vast, immemorialóthat's conjured up

such huge capacity for tread and flight
as to bring molecules almost in sight.


© Lee Slonimsky, 2023


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