Cul-de-Sac

by F Daniel Rzicznek


Children adore outer space—
so much of it is left.

The brown and white spaniel bit.
Rob’s mom said I deserved it.

Thoughts through an empty head:
summer on a bike,

round, round, to the right—
reeling, through the universe.


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