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summer burns out
its butt-end,
out it goes in an ember glow,
grey blankets
gift wrap the skies,
the tree flaunts
its new clothes...
(The photograph showcases the same tree
in the month of April and May 2011 respectively.)
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always, there was
this elder-brotherly
hand, light,
on the back of the
seat, assuring me
that gravity
wouldn't
get me yet
That phantom
clasp
still assures me
on subsequent
rides,
that there is no reason
to be afraid of
new things,
each experience,
another, first,
bicycle ride...
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