Long limbed, red helmet, tassels on the handlebar. You flew by my window at incredible speed and stopped at a set of lights not far from my doorstep. I gave chase, I saw your cropped hair and yellow jumper closer. When I got back to my room I lit a cigarette, played the first three bars of ‘Blackbird’, the only three bars I know, and looked at the time. 4:45pm, Tuesday.
Next week I will stand out the front of my house from 4:30-5:30pm; I’ll be the flaming cherry hidden in the shadows. If you see me, stop and wave.
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