Shane Bowman


Aspiring graphic designer and part-time poet.

In a breezy field I walk
Breathing in life and thought
Beneath my foot it lies
A snail, snailing by
I consider for a time
Whether the piffling should die
But in a flash my life
Scrawny, benign
Crosses my mind
And my foot dodges
The creature before my eyes
And I continue trailing
Snailing by ...