Cyclical

This circle life makes her

zzydizzydi

like the only ride she really

enjoyed –

the one with the buckets that

whizzzzz

in variegated star crossed patterns.

DC is her diameter, this stretch that

connects

youthful dreams with jawdropping

reality.

Cardozo is the chord, still stings when it’s

plucked.

That hill took forevereverevereverever

and some days she just

couldn’t

face

the

trek.

The drive back will be a

indrewindrew.

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.

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