Yesterday I took my longest bike ride of the summer (62 miles), and managed to stop occasionally to write some haiku poems:
Mile 11,
reeds standing straight up
as far off as I can see
through smudged sunglasses
Mile 22.5,
small tree in sunshine -
one bird floats across the road –
noise of power saw
Mile 24,
music from a small house –
soft sound of plane over head –
Mile 27, Route 1, by
traffic rushing by me –
birds chirping in the bushes –
totally blue sky
Mile 28.4, corner of Route 1 and
trembling leaf shadows –
two leaves fall straight down like stones
as I breathe deeply
Mile 31, N. Main
young shadowy woods
with small patches of sunlight –
a smashed can of Coors
Mile 34,
white butterflies float
over a dry brown cornfield –
highway hums far off
Mile 37,
smell of fresh cut grass
and a small blue plane above –
my bike relaxes
Mile 40,
bridge over small stream –
flies buzzing on the surface –
a girl rides past me
Mile 43, Old Mystic
leaves float on the pond
while leaves tremble around me –
my orange vest shines
Mile 45,
kids learning to sail
in small boats with striped sails --
traffic far away
Mile 47.3, across from Sea Swirl
lunch by a small cove –
I stretch out in the cool shade –
tree limbs wave to me
Mile 53,
great rocks all around –
SUVs stand like monsters –
a small boy splashes
Mile 54.5, Route 1, near Cove Ledge Inn
big white house on hill
with bird songs all around it –
junk piled in shade
Mile 58.2, the bend of Greenhaven and
old pickup for sale
and a sail boat with old sneakers –
voices far away
Mile 60.6,
many big white boats
and birds singing from the trees –
red fire hydrant
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