A night cycle beneath bats;
that's the way
I end my New Year's Day
too tired to plan my path
I increase my ride by half
at least
in tired shoes
tired feet
still covered in last years dirt
pedal towards home
to shower
and wash off
last years hurt.
I read this little poem of hurt
ReplyDeletehaving felt and eaten dirt
reminders of yesterdays
the loverly little moments of quiet
amongst that diet?
of simple complexity
reluctantly the colour finds its flow
and the weary refused grows
haze