Tortoises roam in the sand
while birds spear at the shallows
We saunter on, carrying our gear until the sky begins
My friend tells me in other parts of the world, they do
not fear the flashes of light
and the roar of thunder
I remember a time when I
And was not afraid, but
the sway of adulthood, of
temperance, of panic
has found me and I go
too hurriedly toward home.
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