Crushes

I saved a worm my car was bound to crush,
escorting it on fingers to the grass—
beside the sterile driveway it was lush
and far from tires mobilized by gas.
A neighbor woman saw my rescue deed
and beamed a smile, saying, “That was nice.”—
attending to a helpless creature’s need
is good and just a moment will suffice.
The lucky worm was saved from being crushed,
but then I felt I had a crush on her,
and though to some that feeling may seem rushed,
this kind of crush is one that most prefer:
we can be crushed by something like a tire
or have a crush and fill with sweet desire.

Floral Vehicle

Mario A. Pita

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