The sunshine through the trees
becomes a strobe light in my head
as I nonchalantly breeze
beside a quiet riverbed,
I can tell the day is waning
by the angle of the light
but I’ll savor what’s remaining
like a boxer prizes fight.
The jangle of my chain pervades
this shaded little trail
bisecting rising blades
that grow much greener as I sail
beyond where they are rooted
on this evanescent ride
that’s turned so convoluted
no one covets my divide.
Are You Reading Me?
2 comments:
You never cease to make me think upon words without a kink.
I can actually say that is my intention so, mission accomplished!!
;)
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