I am the kettle
whistling into the dawn,
I am the flame
that falls from the stars.
I can move through the continent,
get lost at sea.
I can become
the strongest woman.
I can befriend
the red-tailed hawk
and the white-tailed deer,
borrow their wings and tails.
But with every extremity,
sound barrier, flare, and flash:
Still you, I can not
outrun.
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