It is her nature to participate. She wasn’t scared.
She was.
Armored with a tank in her brain and a bike between her legs
she would ride for days.
Stopping only for meat, sleep, and conversation with children who were often moody.
Sleep gave dreams. Fresh meat allowed another day.
When homesick, she made calls to grandma bigot whose floor plan was made in Cleveland.
the large room for fields - the small room for concrete
The road led to water and complicated women.
One was named Indigo Bunting.
She made the journey difficult and complete.
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