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tricycle         

remember
your old tricycle?

how you left it standing
when the birthday bike arrived,
forgotten
in the excitement,
and it stood out
all night long?

remember
when we went to rescue it
(you on your new bike)
that child-sized empty space
between the seat
and the handlebars

and how I said there was
a space like that
inside of me?


© 1977 by Beth Stevens