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biking through half-lit evenings
of childhood summers
cricket songs
in dark freedom
of pedaled breezes
hair flowing back
song of youth
I am older now
but perhaps more free
in mind, in body
but the remembrance feels freer than all

let me go
cricket songs echo
cloaked in cool darkness of summer nights

my face younger
my worries less solid
it all lies before me
the fears, the dreams
losses to come
wisdom to gain
suffering with a longer term purpose

I am older now
with children of my own
who don’t bike at night
that freedom generationally lost
like my own childhood
years ago

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so fast accosting me
sourceless
like sorcery
minds changed, enveloped
no longer capable of pause
or reflection
or deflection
But I reflect
in moments stolen
out of time but not lost
and their meaning
all of their trajectory pointed here
though unrevealed at the time
no roadmap for reference