Stride


One step
Two steps-
Mine make one of yours.

What quick strides those scampering
Scuttling
Vertical snakes make.

Such that elude me
Twist through me
Around me
Make me go 'round

And 'round

And 'round.

Falter.

In such a case
I suppose it would be wise of me to drop behind.

My stride can't match yours.

Follow.

Drop behind.

All's well.
After all:

Since you don't need me-

I won't need you.