Monday, October 23, 2006

voy a la bicicleta

i was riding my bike to work     today
watching    my breath pass away
past my face    i
was so fast    pedaling
and    my hands so cold
in the     air    i

  thought of a word to look up
in the dictionary and now
as my hands warm i cannot
remember the word
made for distant shores

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