Being On A Bike

 

Being On A Bike


tall mountain wanna-be's 
woo me along winding ascents
toward open air curves
giving glimpes
of vistas to come
	steadily steeper
the grade grows demanding
in a test of passion and will

trees by the side suggest shade
if I'm willing to wait
for the shadows that form
late in the day after four

	pressing on I ignore 
that I could walk faster
than grinding along
in my
low
slow
granny gear

sweat threatens my eyes 
drips from my chin
spots on the pavement

	brief proof that I've been

Being On A Bike Road