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
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