Brisk Walk by James Croal Jackson
do not
miniaturize the bicycle torso between blue wheels
nor the
twig tree broad-shouldered nor yellow-trousered man
walking the
candy cane
coming
shapes myself an igloo of time contracting
mirror view
hot pyramids the tips crumble so reaper crows
confuse for
wheat
the
sculpted falsity in the curving sidewalk
those
pickled legs just churn and churn
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