Up from the flooded yard
Crossing the patio sea
An armada of snails
Close-hauled spinnakers flying
Until soon I am surrounded
They make their first engagement
Ascending the towers of my legs
Losing many brave in the assault
But slowly I’m encompassed
Reborn as the snail man
They’ve always wanted to become
Risen to walk the world
Trailing a wake of slime
With an iridescent gleam
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