*photos by Erin Secretarski
So there
Then and there
I left my bike,
Grounded
And took a hike.
I looked back and my bike,
Had followed behind.
I’m one with my bike.
My bike I do like.
I have bike,
Biking on my mind!
As along I rode
A riverside ride
The gravel seemed
To talk,
“Crunch crunch”
It said
“You’re free
You’re free,”
I heard,
My ride,
My ride spoke to me
My ride,
My ride by the stream.
Grinding gravel
On my gravel grinder
Like coursers
My crew and
Me flew.
Gravel beneath,
Above sky blue,
Riding, riding
Round road’s bend
My Spirit renewed
I thought, dreamed,
Wher’st will’st -
Where will my
Trail
END?
5/21/2023
tom tenbrunsel
Carl Sandburg Writer 2023
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