Knuckle in the backbone.
Nothing casual about this nudge.
Twirl, catch a glare of loathing, the
neon eyes of a badger. Aware of
time, ticking time, tocking. Walking
faster and faster, urged forward. Even
in the car hear urgent repetitive
honking, like geese flocking warning
of impending slow movements. Turtle
moves behoove urgency. Pack a lunch.
Mere bread, no butter. All a flutter.
Copyright 2008 Maia Twedt
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