the majesty of the past
is a low dollar delusional comfort
that dislocates my attention
while rolling down the street on my bicycle
so that I don’t even notice
the wind in my face
a mountain of memories
drowns out the honk of the horn
as I swerve to dodge a gray car
I try to run away
to back in the day
but the light turns yellow
and I clank up to a higher gear
get off of the seat
and pump through the intersection
suddenly the glowing peaks of the past
are gone
cleared out
and quickly I’m in the world
a helicopter whooping overhead
sweat running down my back
a cardinal angling for the trees
the roadrocketing under me
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