She sits by the flowers
woman, of the fence line window
.view thru the vase,
line button _ belly flush to the sink
.petal Trimmings, bottom of steel
paint peeling from the old lane lumber.
bicycle leans on the post
sock feet _ wreath anklet
crown at the deadline
get on your bike and leave
hips that push the thoughts
of watching from behind.
-gravel runway, shoulder length grain
it doesn’t matter-
hands resting around steel top ledge,
body _ still, still at the sink and dreaming
.does heaven exist after
Anklet crown on pedal –
daydream existence _ reality
bare bicycle, cycling
golden grain away.