A/N: A quick drabble-esque poem inspired by the tricycle (bicycle?) scene. Hopefully it doesn't need much explanation. I've been waiting for a category (besides misc. books) to stick this in, so I'm really thrilled that Just Listen finally has its own.
She flies,
the tarmac her sky,
on tricycle-wings.
Enchanted.
Below,
yellow lines pass,
departing slowly.
Tangible.
Faster,
willing her wings,
she raises her hands.
Childish.
Lines,
becoming solid,
blur together.
Fragile.
She falls,
gravity wrenching,
tricycle-wings bent.
Broken.