nothing out of place

the poppy
has nothing to prove
me neither




once again
saved by second wind
pedal on




taken by surprise
single bright red bloom roadside
one nodding poppy




nothing out of place
exquisite imperfection
each weed a flower

inescapable information

no matter how it turns
the compass needle finds home
by pointing at me


I may twist and turn
roll from side to side but still
my bed has one groove

can't carry it with me

castles made of sand
precariously balanced
all things wash away


castles in the sky
wheelbarrows full of nothing
light, color, and thought

petals viewed pedaling

three tender petals
celebration of purple
when blue and red meet

come closer
says roadside beauty
have a peek

center is here now
sometimes it's way over there
simply perspective

rickety old web
still managed to catch a fly
imperfection works

riding through a rainbow of scent

ew! my nose wrinkles
the swamp is beautiful but
it's a bit smelly

pedaling through pink
lungs fill with scent of roses
a heady fragrance

just beyond the fence
swishing tails waft towards me
a whiff of horses

one last hill to climb
after the rain, fresh green breeze
cleanest scent around