pushing my little bike
as hard as my sinewy legs
will allow
lungs lusting for air
the cool, fresh wisps
that linger at the forest’s edge
bolting down roads
busy with dog walkers
bush-whacking technical trails
along the river bank
feeling nothing but
alive, alive, alive
demons and desires
cannot catch up to me
iPod blocks out everything
but simple thoughts of now
a ride so expansive
yet totally self-contained
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2 comments:
I know exactly how this feels.
I wish all of life were like this, but then, I guess I'd just be hiding all the time.
demons and desires
cannot catch up to me.
yup, this is how bike riding feels.
great one!
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