CYCLING

by Margaret Lottridge
Saskatchewan, Canada



dew-soaked
      sweet grass fragrance
              bathes my body
bike wheels whirr
      over smooth asphalt paths
              my feet push pedals round
circle wide to enter the bridge in the narrow space
      front wheel steady
              in the narrow space
glistening water in river below
      handrails guard safe passage
              over thrumming boards
meadowlark trills
      red-winged blackbird flutters
              robins carry worms
breathing in morning ether
      I rise and pump pedals
              ascend each small hill
with caution coast down
      exhale fear of falling
              this lovely moment

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