Mioduchowska, Anna

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Flying Dutchman on Wheels taking my old bike for a spin through elegantly mature neighbourhoods morning lined with good pavement, sedate flower beds, so many confident trees on parade my own spine like a royal banner in a sudden gust unfurls I crank up the speed, face pressed into the moist wind that revives limp skin faster than any miracle cream lifts jowls, exposing a finely contoured chin bold as a fully rigged frigate, I let go of the handlebars and pedal so hard my Raleigh, guided by the pressure of buttocks and bare knees alone, squeals its delight and I am free to wave with both hands to the solemn couple making their Sunday rounds startled into open dismay by the apparition sailing into their port they don't return my greeting I thank the spirits in charge of the inner ear for a good sense of balance perhaps the only useful gift received at birth and continue; the furrow my bike and I plow with so much glee into the smooth green sea immediately disappears behind us A N N A M I O D U C H O W S K A 

Flying Dutchman on Wheels

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Flying Dutchman on Wheels

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