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In Which We Stand Completely Still

the tortoise in the wheelchair wrapped his forehead in a bandage
with a cast they made from plaster for his phony broken leg
so he’d get pushed around the sidewalk by the zookeeper’s assistant
with the hummingbird observing from behind the yellow flower
and he flapped his tiny wings they moved so fast you couldn’t see them
with resentment for the tortoise which was clear by his expression
but the tortoise turned and smiled with a peacefulness which proved
that there’s a movement in our stillness and however much we move

we’re bound to stand completely still.

— mewithoutYou, Goodbye, I!

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