i chase the thought bubble
down myriad streets
sunlit noise and slow traffic
what does the reply teach?
i shove the day around
pushing an abstract idea
invisible writer
inhales truth
exhales fiction
i observe his hand-drawn trash cans
draw new door
step through it
paint appealing window
ecstatic writer
drives her own traffic
without a car
caged bird climbs a ladder
by mary ann blinkhorn
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