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Bike Ride Riding my bike along the margins of a poem, I pass the picket fenced lines, one ^ by ^ one ^ by ^ one. Suddenly I apply the brakes just before the rhyming couplet. I dismount and retrieve a fallen metaphor lying in the path. There in my hand, I stare at it and soon look upward to determine from which stanza it fell. I plant the kickstand, remove my protective helmet, but just as I bend to examine the words, they begin to fade from my palm. |
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