Scale (For Helen)

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We are among the seismic traffic of droid drivers

our fishtail bikes all about scale

fastened together between the light stop/go

the cleats, panniers and hardness of our palms

as we wave and reel in, pedal down

me as tall as the wheels of this one,

you, eyeline with the first metal beetle

could I shout to you over all the explosions?

would you hear me call you

the name I once knew you by –

naked in the sea?

 

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