that bus of children shook like an old biscuit tin
after school they ran through the nettles daring one another
she dragged him around like an old rag doll and people said
he was in her clutches but nothing would change
no matter how frightened he was or what the temperature
of the day she whispered her instructions wheeled
his bicycle to the top of the hill and without drawing breath
released it over the rocky cliff into the emerald air
jeez, powerful stuff, Sue!
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