slips away
my young ankles
bounce
along the trail
in the wake of my ancestral manhood
driven now by my father
the exhaust clears its throat
as i sit on the frankensteined rear platform
then my feet
pseudo-run
backwards
imagining their strength to push the tractor
and my father
in the driver seat
the world shrinks
slips away
into the distance
behind my father
ahead of me
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