20 March 2008


She pedals hardly seeing red
yellow orange flowers smudge red
yellow cars broken glass
she swerves to miss
she remembers sneakers
peeled cedar bark high
above the yard terryclothcape
tied at her neck a frog
squished and dry a tiny bird beeping
in a shoebox the night
it died she
rides no hands
no feet
stretching up and out
so fast
fingertips scrape doors lattice windows
scuff loose gravel tree roots
broken curbs streetlights on
at dusk
marking to memory
to heart
these streets scraps music words
futurepastpresent all
rushing past her ears.

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