I rode my bike this morning a good
Ten mile loop around my neighborhood
Steadily spinning feet beat the breaking
Rhythm of my day
On my way up thirty second hill
Lungs filled with frosty air
My lazy legs ache longing
to not push the weight
Round the hard corner
Up twenty eight head west
The long glide down
Afraid and thrilled thankful
I have not yet spilled myself
Against the unforgiving pavement
Now coasting I achieve
Car speed unaided
Brake and wait then toward
The sound I ride light silence
Coats the town even the sea
Seems to sleep today
These mornings before winter's
Dawn I'm drawn to the beach
Into the blackened sands
Of golden gardens park
Reaching up to flip my helmet lamp
From flashing to steady I see
but fifteen feet enough
o evade the speed bumps
And hard walls at the south
Lot's sudden end home I ride
The mild uphill morning chill
Still hid within my thighs
Well after I have rested
Breakfasted and made the day
Not until my shower does
That coldness melt away