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The boy on the bicycle 

is really quite a man.

He’s got on a shaved face 

and he rides at a steady pace. 

When I look at him,

        for just a moment,

I think about colliding particles

And how close can we get

And how close can we be 

in the human life?


***


It’s a blustery day, 

windy and grey 

with full bellied clouds.

They look like huffing, pluming horses 

Reigned in.


A storm is coming at noon, they say,

So I am out on my walk at 10:08.

I hear an unfamiliar clacking sound

Stirred up in the wind…


They are chimes, but not silver-metallic 

Glittering bells.

They sound ceramic and earthy

And I am excited to hear them.  


I pass the pepper tree, and for a moment

I think of the boy who died many years ago.

I imagine him, wherever he may be,

Still present in his eternal moments

And I pray for him to choose the good things

Like kindness and joy and hope and justice…

Whatever this feeling is, I wish it for him

And offer to share it by the lake.


Every moment carries its own weight and its own promise,

So I promise him this moment, wherever he may be;

It’s my song dedication on FM radio,

And it transmits through invisible radio waves even now.


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