Bike haikus written by Papa Bradstein on his daily bike commute (with additional material from MrJumbo and California Girl)
we know each othernot by face but by our gearTrek frame: red hotshothe passes downhillas I stretch my legs. I knowhim: he's no climber
Riding down the beachMother's Day, golden ringletsher mom behind herbehind her motherher mother's "best friend," and thenher sister, sixteenMom's spitting imagecoulda picked up the best friendher sun-golden self
confetti--black, whitewings scattered before rain graytattered clouds, ash sky
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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
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
confetti--black, white
wings scattered before rain gray
tattered clouds, ash sky
Post a Comment