Teen Cusp: 5
Perished, a bicycle tyre beside the hedge –
useless. Like Pasternak, I tread the prospect of pine
darker than the laughter of yet another hero
When I was a child who got to the bottom of things
There was a 'wide nearness' that threw me
a public holiday was declared in my honour
until morning, when everyone slept in.
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