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Missed Beat
opal

Wednesday evening
 1
as teenage suburbia sang
 2
to the soundtrack of opportunity.
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A chance to break out,
 4
to climb the walls and escape.
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I waited by a garden gate
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for my friend to click its latch
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and join me; all the time
 8
hearing the muzak
 9
of early summer play:
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television voices, car engines
 11
throbbing, ready to go,
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twin notes of a doorbell,
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calling, talking, singing birds
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and my footsteps tapping,
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heel toe,  heel toe, heel toe
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then, discordant like the drone
 17
of a plane flying a bit low
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or a hurt child wailing.
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A motorbike vroomed and rizzed
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past. Too fast. The rider's hair
 21
streamed behind him
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like ribbons on a soaring kite.
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His leather jacket had a picture
 24
of an eagle on its back, his
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jeans rippled slightly
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around his legs. No helmet.
 27
No constraint. He shot
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up the hill and vanished
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over the top.
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One second to wonder
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until the bang and all changed
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in that moment. Nothing
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except the booming in my ears,
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the throbbing of blood. I swear
 35
the sky turned the color
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of pale mustard. Suburbia
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took a sharp intake of breath
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on a weeknight
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as a life ended,
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then it breathed out
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as if trying to stay calm
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and got on with it.
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6 Dec 18


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fuck you
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way to say a lot and nothing
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I do like it tho
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twin roades
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