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Monday, April 5, 2010

My Bike


seems like it has a hairline crack on the impact bar
of the frame. It’s likely been there since I was jumping
but I never noticed. Spring’s fresh eyes still
turn up a thing or two still at the edge of field,
a smudge against the wind, hair swept into air,

I could see you recognized me.


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