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A few dollars for my pocket,
But it will be gone.
Sacrifice it.
Difficult choice – For Sale.
My body is whole,
But something is missing.
I was rounding the bend
Of the on ramp
Accelerating to merge
With freeway traffic.
Steep left lean.
My memory of what
happened next,
Like my jacket,
Is threadbare.
A tattered shredded remnant.
Sounds, like crunch
And scrape,
And drag.
Sitting up and wondering
Why am I down here?
But I walked away.
And that was lucky
Given the freeway speed.
So I’ll walk away,
And keep looking back
To shrug.
I remember
A small child I once knew
Playing with a swell toy car
And giggling.
Suddenly in tears,
The toy had pinched a little finger,
He handed it to me.
You take it, said his hand.
He picked up a plane
And flew round the room,
But the pilot flew in circles
Round the car in my lap.
The classified ad reads
My bike, My motorcycle,
Mine – for sale.
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