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Barefoot technology

You with your car keys
on a chain with a toy whistle,
the silver traveler’s cup.
Soon you’re going thirty miles per hour
through slush and they’re hardly moving,
barefoot but they’re catching up.

From Procession” by Dean Young in The Paris Review N°179

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