1)Bike trail; race him quick
Knees diving in little circles
Grip pigment rubs off
2)Two cigarettes flipped out
In the pack I quit smoking
One unlit between lips
3)Fast air zooms through hair
At the wet points hover far
Head bowed forward: trance
4)There seems to be light
Headed for measured balance
I wanted it better
5)Engulfed by arrows;
Judging, laughing, trying to
Be more nonchalant
6)One by one, they dive
Into the light blue water
Holding in deep breaths
7)The city remains before
The divinities, shyly
In a Monet fog
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