Consecutive Days Riding: 151 Days Blogged: 135
New Mileage: 4 Total Trip Mileage: 1046
It has been a grueling day, three classes, a faculty senate meeting and long drive to watch my son advance to Life scout. I still have tests to grade for tomorrow and it’s getting late. So I am going to limit the blog this evening to sharing a couple old poems/musing with you:
In the loose brown dirt.
One fresh, bearing lipstick.
Tubes of powdery ash
Not yet crushed by man or rain.
Empty condom wrapper,
Was it love or lust?
Discarded bottle cap,
Evidence of a different thirst.
Litter at my feet,
At the base of the bench,
At the base of the falls,
At the base of the thunderhead,
At the base of the deep blue sky.
Signs of man’s needs
Thirsts, and passions.
Marks on nature
Of our passage.
Do I cross at the widest point
Islands of dark brown rock
Form a bridge upon which to walk
Do I cross at its narrows
Bordered by steep walls of rock
Necessitating an airborne leap
Safety versus Risk
I ponder but a moment
I hope you enjoyed my words from a walk along a local river on a summer day. Join me tomorrow when I will present you with the suggestion that you abandon the “Golden Rule” and adapt the “Platinum Rule.”
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