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I'm leaving and going home....thought I would share this, I wrote it this morning while I was riding to school
Morning, I pull on to the road
The air is cool
Under grey skies
I start slow to warm up
Silently past parked cars
The road turns slightly
Downward as I slowly
Increase my speed
Pedals turning quietly
The red of traffic signals
Interrupt my progress
Balanced I wait
Cars pass by oblivious
People at bus stops
Watch as I pass by
The traffic thickens
I can see diesel in the air
Spent natural gas in my nose
Gasoline burns in my throat
Traffic stops but still I
Ride silently past weaving
In and out of cars
Going nowhere fast
The city pulses with vehicles
Lumbering here and there
Not caring about me
As I ride
Traffic eases as I
Exit the towers
On the other side
Steel and glass
Give way to brick
And stone and wood
Sullied and unkempt
Wanting for ease from neglect
I arrive, sweating
Pedals still turning silently
And wait for the afternoon
So I may return
Morning, I pull on to the road
The air is cool
Under grey skies
I start slow to warm up
Silently past parked cars
The road turns slightly
Downward as I slowly
Increase my speed
Pedals turning quietly
The red of traffic signals
Interrupt my progress
Balanced I wait
Cars pass by oblivious
People at bus stops
Watch as I pass by
The traffic thickens
I can see diesel in the air
Spent natural gas in my nose
Gasoline burns in my throat
Traffic stops but still I
Ride silently past weaving
In and out of cars
Going nowhere fast
The city pulses with vehicles
Lumbering here and there
Not caring about me
As I ride
Traffic eases as I
Exit the towers
On the other side
Steel and glass
Give way to brick
And stone and wood
Sullied and unkempt
Wanting for ease from neglect
I arrive, sweating
Pedals still turning silently
And wait for the afternoon
So I may return