He looks up from the black faceless
Expanse of road in front of him.
A foam plastic shell obstructs his vision
Enough to just bother him.
He lifts the helmet off his head
Leaving his balance to practice.
The cold molded steel under his body
Grumbling softly in response.
The leather seat
A friend eager for the wind
The handlebars
A path to glory.
The smell of pine
From the lumber mill
As it saws and saws
Under the night glow
The brush of cool air
On the flickering eyes
Now seeing the full expanse
The motor
A gesture of freedom
The body
A metal knife through the air
Our desert (haiku)
I look through photos Our life through the four seasons Back through the old ones. Blossoming in spring With all the diverse flowers ...
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I was told that I was not really a poet. I just write in prose half the time. I wasn't inventive "[You're] no Robert Frost...
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You know you unfollowed me And I haven't felt the same since. Do you still care? You said I was your best friend But I don't kno... -
When the sun falls Beyond the cool horizon And the wind calms for just a second- Before the moment fails, When it just takes time To se...