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Pedaling (homeward)

lighttreespedaling (homeward)
all legs, heart, route
one star singled out
with acclimated eyes
dark is not black, it’s gray blue
peace is every heave of breath
turned spoke – thrust
wheels like magnets
skim along this floating crust
(such pull, such trust)
somewhere else the earth does burn
like the sweat down my spine
and turns further west
now that star is lower
i am not a thinker but a knower
dodging headlights
flashing by yellow signs
slivers of faded sky through rows of pines
back up to my plants in pots
pinwheels, prayer flags, chimes
the wind could blow it all away
all mine.