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While walking
for work,
  I keep a pace,
  a distance
     consuming
       stride to catch that bus.

While walking,
  I may be in heat
   an animal giving off
    hormones in the
   air.

Scent of heat
  Musty
nose flares open
   my stride bounce
  I take my time
Music in head
set a rhythm to steps
Night.

Can’t see the charred
    footsteps behind me
    in receding shadows.

Rubber Neckers want
    to taste me, but by
time they act
I’m swallowed by
Shadows heat and
All.

Sometimes
I’m on stage
  under a street
Lamp.

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