stepping on top of
raised school-bus yellow asphalt
a one-leg pause
bragging inwardly over a
preoccupation with balance.
ten minutes,
eyes closed.
early enough to clear
translucent strings
clinging to forearms,
and I’m apologetic
to the spider who
must work again.
little egrets
with long
red-orange beaks,
steely in their
desire to graze
against the roads
of angry drivers
showing more courage
than the egrets
who are known as Great.
the next walker
won’t know
to say
thanks.
(Daily Writing 083)
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