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My Wobbly Bicycle, 165

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 165

It was a beautiful day. I wanted to get my father out of his tiny assisted-living quarters. I took him for a drive up the Leelanau peninsula. This is a poem from my new manuscript:   Not Dying   He says he wakes and it feels momentarily like he’s finally dying, a giving way, a sinking or hovering, can’t say, but momentary: a window swung open you don’t realize until a breeze.   I take him for a ride along the tongue of land, west looking east, looking back at the city from a point. Jet trails. He points them out, strung like necklaces, one fresh, with its glint out...

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