Poetry

So close, yet…

home for the holidays

sunny and warm, 40

no bike around, flew

to here and i am now

wishing that i had

endured the ten hour

drive so that i could

have  passed the afternoon

riding at Michaux, so

close and not able to get

up there frustrates the

psyche but what can

one do when it’s the

holiday season and time

for visiting with family

still, if i am to be honest,

i would rather be up

there bouncing off

winter’s rocks with

low-lying sunlight

making long shadows

instead of belly-full

from christmas-baked

pies and cookies, and

wine to wash it down 

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