Where We Collide

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Windy out but not in here

A tent that shields from the elements

But shutting me in

With a squirrel

Absent right now

But any minute

Any second

It could approach.

Am I sitting where the squirrels fight?

Where they thought

They could frolic and wander free

Away from students.

But here

Even when they are absent,

I am in their tracks

They cannot escape from me

As I invade their space

And I cannot escape from them.



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