In the soft glow just after dawn,
I spot a kangaroo, streaking across the field
stopping behind the wiry imitation of a bush.
I pause on the dirt path, waiting, watching
to see if it emerges again,
if I'll catch another glimpse of it,
but after a minute or two without moving,
I realize I never actually saw a kangaroo
but rather a swipe of motion that should be one.
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