The Shame of Competition

When I think of winning and losing

I tell myself

the result of horse races

between worlds

or single cities

erase other places.

The act creates

outsiders and nonoutsiders,

darkness–the other,

but

Zeno of Elea

knew the slowest of

us

would out-distance

our selfish attractions.

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Risk

I must calculate

results of this erasure,

maximum, minimum.

 

I must calculate

to open my heart.

Recomplication.

 

A perfect plan

spoiled.

Empty travelers

at the station bar

bent on erasing

this city rain.