Past the derelict mattress
and the overgrown pavement
over the
tracks
and through the hole in the fence
Past graffiti-bright buildings
and the
junkyard alarm bell
and the screaming
police cars
and it's all present tense
It's my beat
In my new town
Past the drunk woman reeling
with
her bag of provisions
Down through the
tunnel
with the stink-fuming bus
On
to the bike path
where it's something like
freedom
and the wind in my earring
whispers
Trust what you must
It's my beat
In my new town
Ancient and always
The wheel's ever
whirling
Today I'm riding
Tomorrow I
walk
Step through forever
into this
very moment
The heart is pumping
and
the heart rocks
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