This circle life makes her
like the only ride she really
the one with the buckets that
in variegated star crossed patterns.
DC is her diameter, this stretch that
youthful dreams with jawdropping
Cardozo is the chord, still stings when it’s
That hill took forevereverevereverever
and some days she just
The drive back will be a
Except. Double the wheels.
Double the cargo.
Halve the time.
Armored in her part of the necklace,
her dock will be a
s t r e t c h
of golden wheat and brown rivers.
Her green light will glint silver
and splinters of her will roam
the circumference of her life.