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
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
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 had something that I couldn't tell, a hope, a truth, and a lie as well. I rolled them all together with a postage stamp and mailed ...
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I can't seem to find the Cap of the marker I was just using Now it will dry up and shrivel Instead of bleeding through my pages.
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Going up to the counter at the store and being oh so small evermore. The laughter contorts my face all over and under the place A fort- ...