Pebbles sling.
Ribbons of tire tumble like weeds in the wind
crossing concrete lanes,
shred-like tar creatures creep
with black spidery legs across asphalt plains.
Dignified Queen Anne's Lace is left untamed
like the wind that rips through my hair,
whispering my name.
Butter yellow rays, sunnyside up shine,
it saturates my skin
and soothes the churning inside.
Cotton candy clouds tinged pink on blue sky,
semis sear my ears as they whip past my bike.
I drink the haze rising from the asphalt
asphyxiate with each inhale, small scale intake
of the green scene, high on life, I laugh for no reason.
Besides that I can breathe again.
Air glides crosswise my skin like silk, like sweat
glistening in the sun, like a creek trickling,
or a shiny toy gun.
A hawk beelines through the sky
and I lick my lips wet,
I sigh. I breathe. I forget.
I'm flying.
Nothing can hang me out to dry.
The sharp words heard and accumulated hurts
turn over, and spill forth from my mind.
Simmered anger cools, and remorse takes the place
of my smart ass quip responses to the people in my way,
the obstacles I've faced.
Nothing can tame me, I've cracked before
but I will not break.
The past is just sticks and stones and flakes
I drop, ride across, and never let take,
me away.
The wheels spin and crunch a dead wasp
who stung, and forgot it's violence
would be the last thing it ever saw.
I clasp the handles, grasp the bars,
the coldness thaws.
I grin with the knowledge
every rotation of the world
