At first, we point out every kangaroo
grazing in the bright green grasses
or standing frozen until we pass them,
but we grow complacent as the numbers
climb and kangaroos become ordinary.
Later, when we round a bend in the dirt trail
emerging from the tree covered land
into a prairie of celery-colored grains,
I look up from the rocks and bushes
to see a kangaroo use its powerful legs
to bound across the horizon, out of sight,
and I remember just how unique
and absurd this moment really is.
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