out of time
flashing back to sixty-nine
miracle mets ruining my summer
and the ensuing autumn
forever stamped as an asterisk
in my playbook
in november I received
a green single-speed schwinn
for my birthday
but was forced to postpone
its maiden voyage
until the late february thaw
it was a long and lonely winter
(that much I remember)
and I was afraid
even then
that I was going to run out of time
how little did I know
december two thousand eighteen
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