Driving and Biking in the Big City

A dangerous ride

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Rainy day photo by Big Johnny

The smell of watermelon, 
Honeysuckle and cotton candy.
A breeze that starts slow and rises higher.
Then, the alarm of birds chirping faster and louder.
The taste of salt and humidity.
A flash of lightning up ahead.
The sound of dried, crashing trees at my back.
The feel of heavy damp limbs across my face

Yesterday’s drought makes today’s rain
A danger to the unsheltered.Thunder screams across the sky
And shakes branches all around.
I race with the birds and squirrels
Just inches ahead of the storm.

I cut from the tunnel of greenery
Onto the chalky pavement.
Away from the falling limbs.
Now only dried leaves dance in my way,
Popping and cracking beneath my tires.

My thighs burn, arms quake.
I push harder and harder,
Faster and faster.
Eyes and ears alert for other shelter-seekers.
Until I turn onto the last leg of my ride.

A light rain finally starts.
I open my mouth and taste.
I open my arms and embrace
The cool, clean feel of triumph.
I coast with home in my sight.


Written by commuterchroniclesdbh

August 7, 2012 at 10:55 am

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  1. I really like this one 🙂

    Pam Guidry

    August 9, 2012 at 7:49 pm

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