RIDING INTO SOLSTICE

Riding into solstice
even on a funky folding bike–
so tiny in the fading twilight. . .

Life does not wait.

The time is right,
to muster what finesse you’ve got
and add it to your modicum
of might.

Yea, though it be a crazy enterprise,
get comfy with the moves–
you’ll find your groove–

and everything will feel
exactly right.

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2 Responses to RIDING INTO SOLSTICE

  1. I like the smling and feel goodness of this. 🙂

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