Pedaling Past the Morning, Through the Morning

i can hear birds past
the sounds inside my earphones.

silhouettes of palm trees, rigid shadows
standing tall
against a sky like blue-green ice,
like ocean water – the kind you can see through.

later also, a flagpole.
later also, buildings.

i am followed by the morning i would follow;
it is just here at my nude right hand,
behind my elbow, in my head.

later it is shingles of reflection
at the glass side of a corporate building.

the people who aren’t there don’t wave and smile.

a stop light sprouts, interrupts my path.
so i sit beside the waking day,
i sit inside it.

arriving at work
i reach to scoop a handful of it from the air
into my pocket… breathe it deep,
then walk inside.

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7 thoughts on “Pedaling Past the Morning, Through the Morning

  1. “silhouettes of palm trees, rigid shadows
    standing tall
    against a sky like blue-green ice,
    like ocean water – the kind you can see through.”
    Priceless!!!

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