This is a favorite poem, often requested, from the Breathe I book. Breathe, for those of you who don’t know, is a writers’ critique group based in Caribou, Maine. We put out an anthology every year. Breathe I was published in 2009.Asphalt Freedom She was a pink Schwinn tall and shapely like that steed I’d named her after: Fury Long white banana seat deep swoop to her frame proud sissy bar elegant flowered basket I rode her jockey on a desperate steed with a blue jump rope for reins We’d charge from far back in the alley rubber hooves spinning popping sharp gravel Gallop down that awesome hill to shoot wildly across the street praying there were no cars home to the awaiting spanking
On the Sly 1% To be Phoenix 12% Birthright 100% Insurrection 100% Frozen Fire 100%
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