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