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Sport 16: Autumn 1996

Air

Air

You dream in one country,
wake up in another.
Until you come to occupy
a kind of cloud, above the sea—
just you and your bicycle.
But its back tyre’s a little flat.
Pump it up at the gas station,
someone suggests, but you give it
too much air: BANG, it splits
and something happens to your dreams, too—
one of them in a bike repair shop
and when you come out it’s raining.