by Naomi Shihab Nye
A boy told me
if he roller-skated fast enough
his loneliness couldn't catch up to him,
the best reason I ever heard
for trying to be a champion.
What I wonder tonight
pedaling hard down King William Street
is if it translates to bicycles.
A victory! To leave your loneliness
panting behind you on some street corner
while you float free into a cloud of sudden azaleas,
pink petals that have never felt loneliness,
no matter how slowly they fell.
SANG IN SHOWER: Alison Krauss’s “There Is a Reason” (for it all—which I sing an octave lower than this angel-voiced woman)
READING: The Epoch Times, which someone tossed in my driveway. It appears to be a Falun Gong publication.
BEST-OF SPAM: Smart brain: the subliminal software they tried to ban!