Off and AwayOn yer bike, lad, and get going.It was my father who taught me how to ride a bike. In the receding month of Spring when people knew they at least weren't going to die from influenza, and just before I was due to get my working license, he got out his old bike, friesian-like in that it was spotted rust and teal, and patted the worn leather seat down. I remember that it was kept in the vegetable-stores, a large shed full of barrels of unshelled beans and peas, and turnips and carrots strung up in nets, and it smelled of turnips."I'm gonna learn you to ride this," he said, smiling, and pride held in his eyes like stars to a sky. School, thos
Resolutionlast night, before you sleptyou found the world awake, waitinglike a panther, on silent haunches.you held her, like the last repeatingdate of the century, between clenched teeth(like the little punch of electricity beneathyour skin before the light fails )to the bathroom mirror where sheleft you with sequence:the loveliness of
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