Find your shoes,
drink your milk,
hurry up, we're
running late:
overnight
your new life
has put you
in the race
to be
something
to be
someplace;
no wonder
you seem lost,
no wonder
the imploring face,
as you stare out
from your father's car,
buckled in
for the ride, safe...
LPK
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