The chuff of train brakes released.
The receding curve of the lights.
The increasing metronome clack of wheels.
The waves and faces pressed to glass.
Will there be another dream?
I wished someone would give me something free
And when I took it, I was afraid.
How to repay a debt unborrowed, or live unobliged?
Will they still notice me?
Five otters slid down the river bank and
Four frogs saw them frolic and
Three owls shook their head and
Two salmon swished by one day.
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Two cows walked down the road. Swaying, chewing
,
Turn your smile on me.
The kind word, the eyes light up, chatting, friends remembered.
With them. So I linger. Please.
Turn your smile on me.
The harsh word and you turned away.
The day stretches long before me, uncertain reception when I return.
Turn your smile on me.
The shy look, the tired leaning in, the hug with no hurry.
Freshly washed hair under my chin,
Turn your smile on me.
I was a bicycle racer
Yellow and black
Off the ramps and around tight curves,
Looking over my shoulder.
Flurry of pedals and no brakes.
I beat my brother around the block.
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