Nothing on two legs weighs much,
or can.
An elephant, a donkey, even a cookstove--
those legs, a person could stand on.
Two legs pitch you forward.
Two legs tire.
They look for another two lets to be with,
to move one set forward to music
while letting the other move back.
They want to carve into a tree trunk:
2gether 4ever.
Nothing on two legs can bark,
can whinny or chuff.
Tonight, though, everything’s different.
Tonight I want wheels.
----- Jane Hirshfield
The New Yorker, July 2, 2012
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