flowers on bicycles
peddle flames into the black
mouth of the moon
like seagulls carrying holiday
lights in the brick
pockets of their brains
flowers of bicycles relentlessly
with their brave notions
with their sea flavored brains
picking up daggers of grass and moon
daggers of contagious joy
circle beneath a stellar physicality
till you can feel the glee fall
and gather up its burial clouds
around our smiling graves

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