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Daring
Killdeer.
Why teach your babies cross this road
Before cars like that?
The wheels of destruction can be
Mindless, ruthless to such
Ignorant indifference --
Such daring for awkward babies who
Don’t know any better.
Or,
Are we all babies?
How do you expect to survive this
Mechanized world?
It could be one less thing to fear
That which we not confront.
Or,
do I not live because I dare not
Be trampled by something I can outrun?
Teach me
Like your nimble babies
Unless I’m not worthy -- paddle along
Paved intersections
Blackened deep by accelerated rubber
On purposed tar.
It’s long
Summer -- humidity rises
Before I can leave this bed.
Tall grass dries to sticks.
Until tomorrow
When we pass again my daring friend.
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