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
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.
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.