Stop.

January 16, 2018
By , Beverly Hills , CA

Her pigtails fly through the wind,
In unison with her macaroni necklace.
Her knees skinned,
But she continues, reckless.


The Purple flowers can’t stop her,
The dream catchers can’t stop her,
The tree’s long branches overlay the street,
And they still can’t stop her as she continues to fleet.


Nothing can stop her,
Until the red light does.
The green light her spur,
and she flies again with a buzz.


Her pigtails fly through the wind,
in unison with her bright orange backpack.
Her knuckles skinned,
But she never looks back.


The broken pavement can’t stop her,
The woman laughing on her phone can’t stop her,
The orange cones overlay the street,
And they still can’t stop her as she continues to fleet.


Nothing can stop her,
Until the metal gate does.
Her wings fall to the floor,
And she can never fly again.






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