you drive your car I ride my bike

keep my sunglasses
on to see the
rain in your shade
the whole ride home

a white dog with collar loose
in airport field chasing
singing low hawk
flying through a vein
of dusk web
on bicycle
an eagle disappearing
from a winged tree
with rustle

the scent of men’s cologne
protecting me through the streets

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