i pedal into the sunset,
his dinner in my belly,
blue mountains backed by
a golden western sky

gold shines upon the path,
the endless evening walkers,
melts into cotton candy clouds
turning twilight into night

the circular connection of trails
brings me in and out of cities,
a world all my own, filled with
cottonwoods, creeks, canals

i imagine the townhome
hidden somewhere along the way
where we will retire, bring
our grandchildren home to

i could pick it out along the trail–
a tiny yard, garage, swimming pool,
shaded by the trees along the creek,
protected from city splendor

it would be as perfect as these moments
along the path, my pedals spinning
behind blue mountains, the golden twilight
that we will one day call our own