Jeneva, Age 11, Vancouver, BC

Silvery trails give them away
You’d think it was the traces
Of a banana peel
Somebody slipped on
Or streaks of shampoo
On the ground

Stepping on one sounds like
Tapioca pudding
Hitting the floor
The feeling between your toes
Is like finger painting with porridge

Oily black
Shaped like a
Squiggly raindrop
Antenna for eyes
Sucking back in
When you step near

Sluggish as they are
Resolute about sprinting
To the finish line
In slow motion

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