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by James C. Morehead
this paper is ripped from my hands
by wind
scrambling in pursuit
as it flies higher
i realize it's pointless
this struggle
but continue the game of chase
halfway across a field
victory
the paper is mine again
but the counterattack has begun
a small drop of water
sits in the middle
of the sheet
this warning came too late
the wind has slowed
making me an easy target
as the clouds open
it seems nature has won
i retreat
my head covered
with the water-soaked paper
ah! triumph!
my car
my final stronghold
too bad it won't start
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