Apart from us – taut, exotic and svelte
Your existence is parallel to ours
With your dreadlocks, nose ring and bullet belt
You are fast. Your minutes are our hours
I infer the beating of your caged heart
On your thin bike, the wheels are a sliver
You do not see me. Your narrow eyes dart
If I am clay, you are like quicksilver
Some hunt singly, some gather, some herd
Some esteem eating, or books, or song
You are an exotic – a humming bird
In a moment you will flit away, be gone
In humans, we value beauty and good
You are different. I'd follow if I could
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