Thursday, August 27, 2009

Friday, August 21, 2009
midlife-ride
One day when I am adult-escent
With eyes pitted in memory and regret
I will buy a bike and ride,
With handle-bar bells singing
in the wind that drowns out the baggage
on the back.
I’ll taunt technology and turn
The road into a route to time
I’ll smile sweetly at nothing because
There’s nothing to make me
and laugh, happy at regressing to
the too careless girl
I was never comfortable to be.

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