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Talaria

when i was a kid, i was
always conscious of my
feet…weird webbed toes
- yeah, i know…so when 
it came to running races i
always feared those last few
places. that’s why i’d make 
running fly by, calling on high
for hermes winged kicks & over
grass skip like a stone across lake’s
placid drip, a blur going faster & fast
-er. now, as #adultkid, i sing for what 
orphic hymns can bring, present myself
pennate pumps that let me lift aloft, jump
footpath frost, capture childhood lost, ankles
alar like slick sports car taking the corners of 
the world faster & faster, avoiding disaster, paws
without pause, swagger of rock star, as limbed in 
quickening as a feather star, going faster & faster &

 

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