Hurtling

RadioAradia
Jan 30, 2022

Your wry wary words,
deft, and kind,
that I brushed away,
as if they were weightless

now rattle roller-coasting
wide ellipses in my skull,
each loop a queasy pinch
of hard-earned truth you gave of

If only I could power
the fog lamp on the front cart,
its searching beam could splash on
something other than thundering tracks.

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