morning poem, august 17, 2015



In bright sunlight I grip the handlebars

And test the gears and handbrakes

As I coast down the hill.

It is very early and the road

Is still damp in the shaded places

And the shadow of every tree and weed

Is long to the west.


On the river road now

I pedal fast through pockets of cool air

That have floated out of the wooded hollows above

And flow like slow creeks

Across the pavement


There is almost no traffic

And I gear up and accelerate

Into the hill before me

Make the crest in a run

And rest down the other side.


I cross the river on teh walking bridge

And stop to gaze into the emerald water

To look for fish

And then on through neighborhoods

And through the ancient, creosoted tunnel

Where last night’s air chills me to a shiver

And then burst back into open air

Now shade and now sunlight again.


Copyright 2015

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2 Responses to morning poem, august 17, 2015

  1. A // W // F says:

    I really love this one. Just so you know. 🙂

  2. labeak52 says:

    Thanks. Nice of you to take the time to read and comment.

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