Cycling

Denver ReCycled

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through cycling
 in and out of neighborhoods
 brick by brick, i fell
 
 love lost, and then won
 bungalow to bungalow
 my city wooed me
 
 the wheels spun me back
 (sold my heart to Cheesman Park)
 from bad-boy breakups
 
 all along back streets
 Park Hill, Cole, Cory Merrill
 like love at first spin
 
 bikes are trendy now
 (they’ll dress like freaks to prove it)
 but my bike love lives
 
 in this uphill ride
 with mountain sunset backdrop
 my girls guiding me
 
 i see them falling–
 street by street, scraped knees and all–
 in love with my love
 
 

Anywhere but Here

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with windows wide: write.
 because you’ve missed my poems, love.
 since yesterday’s dawn
 
 girls in sun’s shadow
 as she announces her move.
 life: cycle in, out.
 


you know you’ve missed me
 my “seven-likes” followers
 ’cause i didn’t write
 
 you count me daily
 amongst the regular loves
 that make us a life
 
 and i was just born.
 (it was like i was just born
 the day i met him)
 


’cause seventeen years
 can’t be measured in mountains
 or wildflowers
 


or whining children.
 but in the steps we oft take
 on our way back home
 
 and in sunsets. Sun!
 lighting my way across love
 across city, life.
 


cutting down this ‘hood
 into what it’s meant to be:
 scraped, demolished, lost.
 
 circular i am
 because that’s how tires spin:
 neverending globe
 


that brings us back home
 wherever that home may be.
 anywhere but here.
 

Cheesecake Cycle

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early morning ride
 in search of a springform pan
 obstacles block route
 
 stores aren’t convenient
 when his birthday’s tomorrow
 and i just can’t wait
 
 twenty-four miles
 transforms fast to thirty-two
 in mid-morning heat
 
 Google, phone fail me
 i meander through suburbs
 Google, phone save me
 
 prairie dog hit/run
 lost glove, quick tea/chocolate swigs
 breathless arrival
 
 cold shower, dentist
 girls busy with chores, reading
 in the name of love
 
 but i got the pan
 for the best cheesecake ever
 for the man i love
 

Atardecer

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sun sets on weak legs
 worn out from the bottom up
 urban nature view
 
 

Bike to Work Day

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battle scars unwashed
 floods, fallen trees, tornadoes
 nothing but the bike
 

Weathering

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flat tire, blue sky
 my Saturday summer break
 (till summer school ends)
 
 goslings with goslings
 we cycle through challenges
 and beat the rain home
 
 My Brother’s Bar waits
 with a perfect patio
 and Arnold Palmers
 
 REI repairs
 what’s left of my human faith
 ride home: tires full
 
 the creek overflows
 not enough to stop my girl
 (daredevil like me)
 
 now, patio time
 lighter rain than what we’ve had
 such is life, weather
 

Recycle

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a wasted training
 a waste of district dollars
 a waste of my day
 
 but at six-thirty
 they shoveled mud off the path
 giving me my ride
 
 at least there’s a view
 a day’s cycling release
 to shed off the waste
 
 

Cycle Through It

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a flooded river
 can’t keep pedals from the path
 when at last there’s sun
 
 

A Wing. A Prayer.

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my incompetence
 measured with twenty stray marks
 and one rude comment
 
 let us speak the truth:
 your presumption has failed us
 and i have lost faith
 
 i pedaled uphill
 for incomprehension. served
 with sarcastic sides
 
 my happy birthday:
 giving up my Saturday
 for a wing, a prayer
 
 but the bike saves me
 the cuddling girls save me
 the cheap wine saves me
 
 (how singularly
 simple English verbs can be)
 lost in translation
 
 now, my Spanglish wish:
 let my tongue thrive like my legs
 uphill pedaled dreams
 
 
 

Silver Streaks of Rain

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with my old playlist
i fight an uphill battle
pedal into wind

your words lost on me
abandonment tastes bitter
as you once told me

silver streaks of rain
cross winds with old memories
i. never. give. up.

ten minutes to spare,
i make my destination.
(you are nowhere near)

my life without you:
la lengua extranjera
que no puedes ver