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Crawfish on the Bike Path

Originally appeared in Windfall: A Journal of Poetry of Place, Spring 2019.

i have crawled through muck

grass trash and dogshit to reach

your cement journey your

skateboarders on steroids your

stroller joggers your bicycle ninjas

only to find you staring

at your gods on a screen

i feel their rays like filament line

ensnaring me in death traps

in your dirty river backwash i have come

prostrate before you through no

untoward ambition of my own our few

daylit hours filled with your

cigarette exhale o

the humanity i wave

my claws beneath

your gods’ devious

bait please watch out

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