the tortoise
remained unflappable
in his indifference
to it all
though
he thought
he smelled cabbage
he does love cabbages
although
he finds less
and less cabbages
in the higher altitudes
also
he is a tortoise
if he were to consider
even
for a nanosecond the sheer impossibility of the fact it was flying
a billionth of a nanosecond
a trillionth
he would plummet
to his doom
and that
of the woman
that rode upon his shell
but she
is a different thing
altogether
cabbages
That last line made this whole poem… satisfying
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oddly meaningful
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