I WISH THAT I COULD DO
THIS OVER AND AGAIN
She's placed her nice bicycle on those hooks once
more, so it's suspended now over the balcony. You're
not supposed to do that, but in these city studios the
only space you get is often really just what hangs
outside your window. In the country, there's a porch.
Not here. Like a poem, why clutter up this
space with too much junk?