such energy though these eyes still blurry
but the day begins early & takes the blame
for every flattened patch of fur on the highway
for the last two weeks and what do I know I
wasn't there but you feel the flies surround
you & maybe we got off on the wrong
foot and maybe that's all there is now
in the still heart of the great machine a
few sparks with dances to come and yes we
can agree that I use the word too often
but it's still the right one for the job and
out in the forest it sniffs a mushroom
and moves on since the field guide's at home and
doesn't want to take any chances
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