Inside

wind rattling weightless backyard furniture 

wings buzzing near the pane

scampering lizard up the wall

scorpion families opening pincers into spring 

even as I type the word

scorpion

I wish a

going outside

thought

didn't give me a pang of fear

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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