Posted on Open Link Night
at the PUB on Tuesday at 3 PM.
Join us please, for week #123
This is NOT the EYE OF A FLY
(It is left head lamp of my bike)
awareness is the key
to remain alive
on US ninety-five.
life depends totally
on what I blindly see
(is that rig only one...or three?)
on super-drive ninety-five
riding north, who knows to where
or for that matter--even care?
horizon ahead dark...darkened sky,
storm a'coming on twin-ribbed 95
favorite overpass remembered, where
bike and I had in another year
been sheltered--in five more miles
and there alone, happy, dry...sit I
on route 95
as bridge-shaking violent deluge
breaks loose (and long before it subsides)
bikers arrive, strangers, now friends--
all generous with stories of their rides,
also freely giving of themselves--(grin!)
passing around bottles and tokes
like santa's little red-uniformed elves.
party time! well, me sober, and
still-hot Starbuck in hand,
I drink it black from vacuum--
it's all I ask, these moments of peace,
knowing all is well in biker land.
while storm ends amid happy cheers,
listen! on high bridge overhead
hundreds trucks squishing gears
rubber on wet pave, speed-ing
thunder no more
under cloudless sky
on U.S. ninety-five
roar and roll on by
or be not alive.
AWARE and BEWARE
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