under the interstate bridge, where
the blue-gleaming swallows nest and
swoop and dive at my head as I pass;
where the mamma duck leads her younglings
in a straight line and the green growing
earth drinks spring rain with his mouth-straw,
shhh … do you hear his slurpy inhale? here
the sun-gilded grasses and rain-washed
street make friends; and I listen to my breath,
the pounding of my feet and
forget myself for a while.
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