church

under some
skeletal trees
dreaming of
their sugar-
spun ballroom
days

a man on a
sly spindle bicycle
push-pedaled
his voice
shadowy beside me
a steely permafrost

come on, —
i’ll race you
lady

and though i hyper focused
on catching that
slick-wit peddler
he vaporized straight ahead

forcing
my unforced forfeit
at this ghost turn

::

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27 thoughts on “church

  1. You had me at “skeletal trees dreaming of their sugar-spun ballroom days” sigh.. gorgeous write!❤️

  2. I love the way you see all the threads that go to create the scene: the church and skeletal trees, the frost, the man on the bike.. Some experiences flash before our eyes and are gone before we have even registered they happened, but you have nailed it.

  3. A haunting scene, Angie. I especially love the lines:

    ‘a man on a
    sly spindle bicycle
    push-pedaled
    his voice
    shadowy beside me
    a steely permafrost’.

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