Friday, September 5, 2014

Ride (poem)

With the wind in my hair
Each moment I’m aware
The thrill and the movement
My body forward bent
Even steady breathing
Wheels below spinning
One with this machine here
No traffic can I hear
All disappears around
Except for my breaths sound
I push on and beyond
Every care dead and gone


Most that know me also know I ride a bike as my main transportation. Quite often it feels just like this. 

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