tree-lined streets adieu
NOLA saved for memories
as we meet the dawn
Pensacola Beach:
a hot disappointment rests
behind Blue Angels
but once the sky clears
the clear water saves the day
before sea-bridge drive
our Florida lesson:
aim for blue skies, check schedules,
and fly for our dreams
we cycle cities
joy found wherever we go
cause life’s a cycle
dawn painted this view
with a crimson feathered brush
shaped from god’s fingers
interrupted drive
on solitary farm roads
brings peace and worry
fresh peaches save us,
and hand picked Texas peanuts–
bag reads: God bless you
red dirt gets seeded
turning desert land to food
to feed our hot drive
at last, a forest:
lodgepole and endless lake
to wash off the dust
baby blooms her legs
on a twenty-mile trek
through city of dreams
sometimes the best words
remain trapped behind the view
of silent cycling
just capture this light
bright enough to block the night
and fight the good fight
biking out to brunch:
way to tackle a cool day
during midsummer
fun with the youngest
my flower amongst the blooms
that give us this life
eight miles of views
captured between bickering
parenting is hard
night still and windless
quakeless aspen leaves above
as you make me quake
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