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Girl on roadside

Growing into loneliness, even her bike
won’t help, her shiny mountain bike.
Growing into the emptiness behind the windowsill,
sudden precipice; growing into herself
and from herself, in-between she won’t find anything,

won’t find a willing one to search together –
she doesn’t know that yet, for now she walks
her bike and strokes it, she keeps her head high,
the glitter of the sun in her curls;

growing up to sky,
her shadow, her body remaining behind.


Ewa Chrusciel
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