Living at maximum RPM,
the world outside surrounds me
Setting traps and digging holes
to slow my motion down
I bob and weave, increasing speed,
the pitfalls deep and mighty
Hunted for the threat I pose
—their treadmills overwound
(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: July,2021)
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