Month: June 2021

Little striped stinker
Permitted to go
Any pace he likes

The wheels on the bike
Going round and round and round
All through the town

Sharing pace
And laps
And smiles

Has the summer
Air ever felt
So young

Fresh blacktop
Ditches bursting
With colour

The wind
Under the bill of my hat
Threatening flight

Behind the green
Curtain – a creature
Crashing through

He who hears
The thunder thinks the runner
Mad

The forest air
As I enter
Gently cools

Emerging
From their tree-strung tents
Caterpillars