footsteps

dog barking.

car door shuts.

no footsteps.

To be everywhere

without moving

is some kind of renaissance

or maybe

it is a hiding

that allows distraction

and fear

to parade as education.

When the clock refuses to stop

and the sun shifts just enough

into a bustling sky

one must forfeit the retreat

and walk

(though trepidation spurs the coil)

with head up into the day.

Remembering Everything

in moments warranting attention

causes the coyote to whimper before lunging

and the prey to smile

before the escape.

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