this heartaround the sunagain
brink of sleepthe tetherof your touch
finding my inner childthe colours I’d forgotten
holiday treat . . .grandson and I rideWestfield escalators
downtown a line of Harleys wrapped in neon
work day—a cyclist choosesthe scenic route
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