Fortune/Fortuna
The peddler holds his eyes over the
handle
bars and focuses on the street's cracks
as far
down the way he can possibly manage
Tricks are the snap in his ear--
the very tricky leaves breaking beneath
him
and his two smooth tires as the road
leads him far away from his home
Firepits he smelled last night still
pour out the odor of burned wood,
charred tree's flesh and charcoal and
ash
like the mind of an alchemist unbent
Categories rip by his ears like street
signs
and parked cars: admissible evidence;
Americanized cuisines; variations in
maple teeth; disrupted comedy routines.
Poultry; Vices; amateur athletics;
the list could go on as long as his
legs churn the pedals. The road has
begun to pitch down, quite slightly,
quietly and with a slightness all its
own.
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