Tuesday, May 8, 2007

Riding past roadkill

Around the blind bend
the ripe smell has not yet turned
bitter at the end


mrjumbo said...

we know each other
not by face but by our gear
Trek frame: red hotshot

he passes downhill
as I stretch my legs. I know
him: he's no climber

mrjumbo said...

Riding down the beach
Mother's Day, golden ringlets
her mom behind her

behind her mother
her mother's "best friend," and then
her sister, sixteen

Mom's spitting image
coulda picked up the best friend
her sun-golden self

mrjumbo said...

confetti--black, white
wings scattered before rain gray
tattered clouds, ash sky