"We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike." ~Maya Angelou

Monday, January 2, 2017

Poem: A Bike Ride After 40 Years













A remembered balance,
pumping legs and cool
wind in my face as I
weave left and right;
standing to pedal hard
for the top of the hill
I earn my reward,
that sweet, swift glide
to the bottom, feet still,
arms lifted in flight,
then 'round the corner
and headed for home.

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