Cycling the incline and round to the bridge
the girl looked back to town where blocks rise.
Old dog smiled wide pisshead gave joke cheers like friend.
Valerian red and memory red.
Hairs on his arm went up after
some way out.
Air gripped by Sun.
Black cast iron
upturned smile.
Organise unfixed fears.
Ignore boring ghosts.
The water showed but a not yet nothing stillness.
How do you
think it ends?
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