day adventuring
is driving, moving
to keep moving,
staring at rusted rebar
prodding wrought fingers
out of New Deal concrete
kissed by aquamarine
it is
reigning
over dead end streets
or quiet parks
where ducks wade
out of reach,
feeding sun-touched turtles
for their boldness
adventure is somehow
snatching solitude
like urchins steal bread
and pray
to the hedonist war gods
that we do not hang for it all
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