Hmmm. Here’ s an impulsively shared work in progress:
the sun not far behind
as we pedal east
all night in the saddle
and cold enough now
that I look for frost diamonds in the first light.
Why do you do it, you ask,
the all-night ride
through landscape you know you miss seeing,
the world that little sphere lit by your dumb headlight,
your ass sore from riding all through the day before,
the world that ribbon of bad pavement
through landscape you know you miss seeing.
Why do I do it?
I want to tell you
I’d love to tell you
But the sun’s up now,
there’s a hill to climb, another one after that, breakfast to eat,
a lot of ground to cover before night
and we shouldn’t burn daylight just sitting and talking,
not when there’s a ride to ride and so much landscape to see.
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