A MORNING FOR A BIKE RIDE
It didn’t exactly get his heart beating
when it started,
just a hesitant summer morning
singing its inconsequential song.
There wasn’t much to praise,
wasn’t much to raise
a rosy smile to his face –
just a silver morning
with its gift of easygoing light,
just a quiet day coming his way.
just geraniums shyly standingin gardens beside the roads.