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NEIGHBORHOOD GIRL – by Rustin Larson

Posted on Sep 1, 2017 by in September 2017 | 1 comment

I remember you:
a bicycle
flowing through a city
of silk.

It was morning
and I thought
you were a snow
of petals.

It was evening
and I thought
you were ribbons
of orange water.

You were a city
on a bicycle,
the air
flowing behind you
like a scarf.

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