Wheel by

Been biking, been cycling,
sweeping through the city, with a star dazzle on my sleeve
and a runny nose.
Been swimming, been seeking, been making new roads.
Love hides in the trees,
love comes clean at the seams, and I, yes I
have been wheeling
stealing
sleekly
through the city

overcoats and touching sky
tough love and trembling-try
to catch me as I fly by.

I am not yours.

I am not even mine.

I belong to the wheel
and the cuff, and hem and breeze
of

this.