Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Bitter cold hands, stinging on a bicycle ride
Fall leaves whispering to the road's edge: Orange, red, brown

Bridge, a hundred feet above smooth rocks in river

Concrete rail, concrete sidewalk
Scattered smashed glass, laying in wait for tires, shoes

Twenty minutes til office warmth

Yes, I can see you riding your bike to work in the bitter cold. How bracing the cold air is and the beauty of the scenery touching your heart.
Karen Rabert
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