Poem: Flying through the Night …on a B-Cycle in Denver

2013-08 Flying Through the Night

Pedaling my bike
Sailing through pools of street light
Flying through the night

About the poem:
I wrote this poem in May in South Korea. But this week, riding my bike at night from Denver Botanic Gardens to my friendly Starbucks on 2nd and Fillmore in Cherry Creek, Denver, I felt the same exhilaration! Okay, it’s not actually my bike. I pay $80 for the year and can check out the rental B-Cycles anytime, anywhere. Perhaps that also is part of the feeling of freedom.

I hope you are also flying through these summer nights!

 

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