Your free run wooden horse has run away.
Forget the conductor with his chorus of auditions!
He meant well but his baton misled the strings,
losing them in a rat’s nest of high rises,
overdue library books, and time-lapse phonography.
Jot down the criteria for your new avatar.
Don’t be intimidated by fledglings.
They’re harmless, as harmless as fuzz
trailing single speeds and eviction notices.
Directions? Of course! Take a hard left
out of the parking lot, then another, and another.
