In reverse order:
I saw you kick high, flying over the brush on the corner and out of sight of the wondering dogs. Go!
I saw you hop lazily into the shade on campus, plopped into the grass from a temporary prison in a recycling bin. Go! And stay out of the street!
I saw you, the remains of you, broken in the road, and I knew you from the bottom of the garden, watching me side-eyed through the chives.
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