Poem: Flying Through the Night (photo)


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

About the poem:

I wrote this poem in May. Now, the weather is so hot and humid, you feel sticky just walking around. But hopping on my bike at night …omigosh, heavenly! Suddenly cool and dry and feelin’ goood!

About the Author: joangregerson

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