A red bike.
A dirt road.
Fresh cut stalks of wheat
lying shiny on the ground.
A pink-gold orb of sun
sinking behind a rim of cloud.
Magpies and bunnies jump,
startled by my evening ride.
Twanging overhead lines
announce a coming train.
Welcome inexplicable
cool spots in the air.
The whir and thrumming
of the season's first cicadas,
the crunch and slip
of rocks beneath tires.
Gray twilight encroaches
on the yellow dusk.
Sweat trickling on my skin,
the scent of honeysuckle
hanging sweet around me.
Almost there,
but 4500 miles from home.
I love the longest day of the year. It's all downhill from there.
ReplyDeleteI love the imagery you brought to mind.
ReplyDeleteBike rides in the summer. I miss that.
ReplyDeletecurvy dirt-packed paths
ReplyDeletecracked and broken paved sidewalks
both homeward journeys
Yes, I am a little saddened to think the days will start getting shorter. Although less sunlight is an advantage in trying to put kids to bed earlier.
ReplyDeleteThe days are getting shorter and the bikes are apparently getting taller. :)
ReplyDeleteDust, you make me laugh.
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