The bicycle has ridden itself away
into a storm cloud
just off the horizon line
*
The new ways adopt the old style
to appear stylish
crushed felt. daisy. black modest skirt. white blouse.
*
Camphor dulls the effects of the ether.
*
Chalk dust & a surplus
of unused digits; in my country
we say "friend" but mean "accountant."
*
She asked about white balance
but what could I tell her.
*
So much coffee in these veins
the vessels
crack, fatigue.
*
She has a whiff of 2004 about her.
*
Summer's incandescent glow was something
less than expected. Insouciant gloss, reverie.
*
"Do you miss me & want me to come to Oregon & hug you."
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