the boys swing their lasso's
they strangle hooves
Meanwhile
we drove to a glassy river just to watch the ice crack and call out taunts in a deep blue voice
I imagined my feet to be webbed black and gluey like the baby goose dropping feathers as he flew
First his feet stick to the frost as he tries to take off
then he's in the air
spastic, writhing and fleeing past the yellow sun heading towards the red foot bridge
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