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Snow splotched streets, slick
sun sparkles, glinting
sorry for last night’s storm
april is almost over
and spring is slipping 
but it’s the melting that has never felt so good.

I bike without fear of falling
I bike without knowing where I’m going
hunched over handles, peddle presses strong, contained
a blue backpack carries crayons, notebook, new pens
I will not chew the caps this time
and my purple mat
everything I need is on my back.

I scrub skin
sand scraping, scales flaking, revealing
body smooth, pale, clean, clear
like my voice when I read my writing.

I dance away despair
I dance until I’m spinning
It’s only the beginning
It’s already ending
I dance because it’s all so fleeting