Pedaling the shiny three wheeled Ivy Johnson
A five year old from a flickering past
Aimlessly traces circles on the rug.
Silver-haired matriarch on high backed chair
Crochets by incandescence and H. V. Kaltenborn,
As waning sun through slotted blinds
Sketches snake leaves on the wall
And I wave shyly to a future self.
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