fifty yard dash
red-winged blackbird
what could you possibly
want from defenseless me
& more importantly
what could I ever
possibly want from you
you protect your turf
like a madman with a gun
but believe me I want nothing
you have to offer
not from you or your beautifully
invisible family
as I press my pedals faster
through your 50-yard universe
I wonder how exhausting
your days must be
& how deeply in love you are
with what is rightfully yours
july two thousand twenty
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