nicole reynolds - poems


it's moot


french film style
ride a mile
flat bicycle tire
sounds squish tones
on philly cobblestones
tree root uplifts
red grey black bricks
i smile, you cry
stay a while, i sigh
we mold our own realities
calamities rest at ease
i'll run if you shoot
you'll miss
but that's moot



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