late spring days seized back
lost and lazy evenings
for weeks on end cycling
by back road vineyards
wild flowers
to the same picnic bench by the beach
overlooking the lake
journal out in front of me
cars pass slowly at my back
watching the sunset over the water
my bike at my side
the sound of waves
laughter in the distance
contented even if pensive
breeze fishy and metallic and sweet
cooling the sweat
wind at my back on
the quiet ride home
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