we put on the usual-
strappy flip flops and pants,
strappy flip flops and pants,
that reach our
muddy ankles.
On tip toes, we open
the towering black gate
and head for fields,
On tip toes, we open
the towering black gate
and head for fields,
that for us
quietly await.
We pedal away, and when
We pedal away, and when
the road is void
of pot holes,
we race, wind in our hair.
we race, wind in our hair.
We are only
seventeen
and the roads
don’t care
where we have
been.
So we pedal wide
and far
and leave behind
our private
little boudoirs.
We breathe in
forests and hills
that bask in the
sunlight
and here we
create
our very own
idylls.
Now, when I
return
to the valley of
the mighty river,
the winding
roads take me
to a place where
we chased
dragonflies on
cold Sunday mornings.
Today, the road
is painted
with lines of
bamboo tea stalls
and the
dragonflies, they tell me,
watch the
hullabaloo
from behind the
forest.
*First published by Pageturners in their anthology, Across the Ages in July 2013
*First published by Pageturners in their anthology, Across the Ages in July 2013
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