Saturday, June 4, 2011

In Ecuador

Waterfall spatter
across my sun shined face
riding past the craggy granite
in the wild rainforest

With heavenly wings
I am a dandelion seed
carrying precious wishes on wind
a floating feather
dancing in the spray
of cold Ecuadorian clean

Racer back tank
camel back bag
I stand to lean into the pedals
"Let's go faster!"

A memory,
my memory
of before
living under the shelter
of down and linens
Propped pillows and a laptop.

It's soot colored clouds today.
The window pane says
"Burr, it's cold."
I guess I'll stay in
maybe check the forecast.

published on 2011

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