The sound of wind chimes late at night on Grant's trail is not creepy.
I wont let myself be afraid of those small tinkering sounds,
the little dinks and clasps
of skeleton fairies
bumping into tin cans
before it rains.
So no- I'm not afraid
even though the sound is building with my speed,
a crescendo that will end when my ankles wear out.
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