beepily

I composed this riding home one evening.
The freshening air
must be stirring the young ones from their stupor
There’s a lot of bad driving
in small cars
[oh crap]
in cars
In the clear dark sky there is
a bit more than
1/2 lune/moon
Golden.
Bobbing higher and lower
further and closer
but sinking
Oh look
On the shared-use path along
the stretch of road
where the bike lane vanishes
There’s the [...]