Out for a lazy pedal
with a longing for freedom,
only a few moments,
with no anchors to this Earth
as if coasting through
some precocious dream
only half-remembered and
in slow motion.
where despite
the rush of wind
that cleansed all darkness,
bully's taunts,
and blew all the cares away,
it was always in times
of ephemeral silence,
when no words were spoken
that the wisdom came
as I pedal down the road,
a brief respite from all
successes and failures,
and each of life's slow suicides
for one sweet instance
all that exists is a sigh
born of complete nothingness,
as I pedal down this road.
Original photos of my '59 Raleigh Sports
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