good, take 2

breathing in and out of seared lungs
air rushing over pink-cold hands

and pushing
floating past

the red-gold tree blazing
before the late afternoon sun

breathing pushing

and the black dog hasn’t yet
carried off my soul

so long as I can

dance around the corner
and bolt across the street
thru traffic
on two slim curls
of rubber & aluminum

2 Replies to “good, take 2”

  1. My husband loves cycling too! I should let him read this!

    Sounds like you are feeling better. Mike always feels better after a bike ride.

  2. It’s wonderful that even when things aren’t exactly good, you can use something to derive some sort of good feeling. I like your two-part entry – it’s contrasting without being the black and white, good v. bad that I would have expected.

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