crow jane gets a bike

come up wet from the river on a bicycle of willow branches    she leans in with big black hair    grins    i go ride with her in silk    i bathe the land in blooms    carry wind   bat wing   wolf fur   owl plume   goldenrod spiderweb   bark of maple   dandelion seed    gasoline streets     remember to say hello to     snake in the wood     talk soft to crows   babies   puddles   to elderly   new life   unfolding in the plants     ride thru farms thru fields     swim with trout     see ourselves in flowers     hang prayers from tree bows     give bread to sun     feel our heart beats     soothe the root leaves     river beds get clean like we ask     faces get smiling everyone shines     sheaths of blue light    we return to alleyways     turn to shore     pass by roads     turn to fog    fumes    turn to wind     rush     slow    flood    turns   stream    machine    blasts    turn    bird    song

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