9/11
Dancing drunk on a bicycle train,
music moved via pedal and the blurring of spokes,
we played in so many circles
caught exhaustion as the tires growled up the hill
curled into an elongated, two-wheeled togetherness.
9/12
how silly of me
to think,
just because we couldn't feel it
time got lost in the afternoon between us.
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