Monday, May 11, 2009

A MORNING FOR A BIKE RIDE

 

It didn’t exactly get his heart beating

when it started,

just a hesitant summer morning

singing its inconsequential song.

There wasn’t much to praise,

wasn’t much to raise

a rosy smile to his face –

just a silver morning

with its gift of easygoing light,

just a quiet day coming his way.

just geraniums shyly standing

in gardens beside the roads.

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