Cycles
She breathes in, deep
the crisp October air
to fill her little lungs,
as day dips in the distance.
Leaves tremble and they fall
from trees onto the path.
She grows before my eyes,
deciding she’ll not follow.
Shedding extra wheels,
she wobbles into balance,
and soars on tires of two
across an autumn canvas.
Hours slip away with sun;
a watching moon appears.
She rides across the stars
upon a brand-new cycle.
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