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Is
it a leaf blown by some unseen wind
No, maybe
it is a shadow, fleeting and swift
But then I
see it clearly
It’s
a mouse, risking life and limb
sprinting
along and now stopping
just
inches from the unseeing wheel
We are all
like that mouse
Travelling
through life
Trying to
judge the flow
Praying we
avoid being crushed.
Copyright
© 2002 Johanna Canty
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