Between rains, Jessie Reid
Doug Roy, Mountain Bikers, Cut Paper Between rains my boy of ten and I ride home mud-spattered on slick asphalt, puddles clinging to low places, leaves plastered flat to damp streets, blue wedges splitting open the gray ceiling, brittle light pours through. We pedal West toward the sun over the sand cast sewer […]
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