Her bell rippled above skipping stones as she rode back through the eye of the needle, back to the place where she first knew it was impossible to gather moonbeams, but decided to try
anyway,
around her handlebars, a pail of young vespers trembled over the front tire as she jumped up and over and through that which could not be
as though it was something that would be
anyway,
back through the eye of the needle, star dust trailing out of the pocket of her eyes…like honeysuckle