
A boy told me
if he
roller-skated fast enough
his
loneliness couldn’t catch up to him,
the best
reason I ever heard
for trying
to be a champion.
What I
wonder tonight
pedaling
hard down King William Street
is if it
translates to bicycles.
A victory!
To leave your loneliness
panting
behind you on some street corner
while you
float free into a cloud of sudden azaleas,
pink petals
that have never felt loneliness,
No matter
how slowly they fell.
Natašina
Čitaonica 2020.© Nataša Kasaš
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