The road is A woman Almost naked Draped In scanty strands Of yellow and white A maiden Stained Here and there With skids of Burnt rubber From runaway semis, And the blood Of a fawn Half eaten by Vultures I can't fool this one She's seen too much And knows that I'm just like all Of the … [Read more...] about Poem: “The Road is a Woman”
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Notes from the road: Happiness often lies in riding nowhere
Without realizing it, I eased the bike to the opposite side of the lane, instinctively avoiding the pothole I knew was around the next bend. I know every crack in this backroad. It’s one of my favorite local loops when I feel like riding but don’t feel like really going anywhere. The warmth of spring has yet to arrive. I ride out the last of winter daydreaming about more … [Read more...] about Notes from the road: Happiness often lies in riding nowhere
