Sunday, January 25, 2009


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.


Noah the Great said...

You never cease to make me think upon words without a kink.

rch said...

I can actually say that is my intention so, mission accomplished!!