Last - First

Seventh Post of Day:

Wet Runner

While driving
dry
down
the hill

I watched
the
wet runner
running
in the ran

She was
speeding
along level land

Swift
Wet
Didn't matter
Running mattered

Once upon a time
I pedaled
like this

Torrents of rain
and no fenders
on racing bike
made road dirt
stripe up my back

While torrents of rain
weighted
down long
striped
athletic
socks

Five pounds
of
wet cotton?

Pedal on
Pedal on
Pedal on

This pedal
person is
still inside
me

It's time to
set her
free
outside

30 - 20: Something New

Wow. Twenty typings so far. Ten to go.

This is now almost a habit.

But my habits seem to come and go.

So this must simply be continued.

So it WILL be a habit.

Once upon a time

One habit was

to ride

a bicycle

30

miles

every day.

6 in the morning

after helping

milk the cows

and the rest

after milking

from about 6:30

till eight

in the Wisconsin

summer evening

Sometimes

the habit

didn't want to be

but the rule was

Get On the Bike

And Start Up the Hill

and by the time I'd gotten to the top

of Gurney Hill the rest of the

miles

came

easy.

- Sue