No crossroads quartering continuation,
this sequel punctures deflated tyres
and rides flat out.
A precarious salute to the stationary
leaves one hand steering, or so it seems,
while the other airs.
Why aren’t you moving? Comes command.
From the outskirts of self a slight shuffle –
though only for show.
Monday, July 24, 2006
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