Sunday, May 15, 2011

A Poem for the Sabbath

I LOVE BIKE RIDES THE MOST.


The rain sheds my tears,
because I can't do it for myself.
And when it's not raining…
water still leaks when compelled by the wind.
So sometimes I can't see…
I'm blinded by the sun, the cement slab,
the wind, the rain, the dust,
and even the man in spandex,
but only sometimes,
because I won't let him lead forever.
But when I'm blinded I feel. I feel the sun.
I feel the wind, the rain, the dust,
and I know I'm riding.


3 comments:

  1. is this the poem you stayed up all night writing?...bike riding seriously? remember what happened when you took me bike riding--needless to say, epic fail.

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  2. I don't Kenzie knows what she's talking about as far as the whole biking-epic-fail thing goes. But I love this, really. And I love you writing poetry, I think its really great.

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  3. I know what have you done to me Mal? and Kenz… your epic fail was just fun(ny). When I took Mallory she passed out a few times…. so what have I learned from these two experiences?……….. Don't take friends biking?… no we will all go again when you get back (Mal this includes you). :)

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