Stagger

She doesn’t even feel it—
that bee or wasp or hornet

sting—till after she stops
running along

another urban trail. Before
the thunder

they promised. The last
of last season’s

stingers still hanging
on. When shower water

activates a sharp ping

of pain she doesn’t begrudge
the culprit. Endangered

and fading fast
is no way to live.

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