Wheels and wheels

I thought stages were like steps

one after another; after one, two

But they are wheels;

spinning faster, then slower.

They stop and start.

I want this ride to end.

I want to accept, except I don’t.

I know when this is over, you will truly be gone.

For now, these wheels make me forget.

For it is a dream.

You are coming back.

You are on a trip.

You are in Florida.

Something horrible happened but it will be back to normal soon.

There are still four of you.

Massimo still has a brother.

Dad still has two sons.

You are away but you’ll be back.


See you soon.

I’ll keep riding for a while.




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