Scampering on the bar
the rail at the top of the chain-link fence
how agile seemed the runner
the beam walker
escaping the scary predator (me)
jumping over the wire
so human the hands
of the gray squirrel
needing a manicure
and a serious depilatory,
perhaps, but so much like ours
Smooth wet pipe
wound with the chains
a perfect escape route
for the ballet dancer,
the gymnast
the survivor
April 18, 2007 20:21
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