Riding through the puddles
Going ten, twenty, thirty, forty
An aloneness washes over me
But it's good
It's serene
Faster faster faster
Going over a mound
Airborne
Freedom washes over me
Along with mud and water
Cold Wyoming rain sinks in
I let out a shout
Because no one can hear me scream
And it's amazing
Civilization can't touch me
I see a deer
And it sees me
And we stare at each other
And then we both go our separate ways
A fallen log
Blocks my path
And I wonder if all great things fall
But I go around
And I'm in a gulley
A river rushes through
And pulls me along
And I let it
Then I'm back on the road
The narrow trail winds
Up and up and up the mountain
Until I'm at the peak
And I debate on riding straight off
Into the valley below
But I don't
Instead I sit
And sip on water
Been at this for hours
And I'm cold
And shaking
But so free
And happy
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
