one girl biking home Past the track,scratched in the dirt the lanes for races Three Two One.
number one in the race, and one going home /alone.
in fencing class,only one victory on bad days
Bad days meant that she became that one girl at school,under the desk growling and snapping then she was that one girl outside the counselor's door waiting silently to see the one who would listen to her but only because she was paid to
but good listeners are good listeners --and the one who listened listened until that one awkward silence when there's nothing left to say
and that one girl was happy to be lonely for the first time
(she missed one period)
one click from her bike as gears shift pedaling on, she carries herself away out of sight to the one place she's alone, but not lonely
pedaling away from that girl under the desk, growling and snapping away from that girl outside the door away from the one who listened pedaling towards home
Above,the damp grey clouds hang from the sky weaving into a mesh of secrets guarding the moonlight from dark tarnished humanity, /below where the trillions of oblivious stars are one/ down on earth, we humans are shattered into minuscule pieces and the stars would weep to see us shattered(like this) and that one girl biking home is only one piece in millions of pieces of one.