Water
Sunlight gleaming off the water,
Water where water should be.
A squirrel lies dead on the bridge,
That it gave its life crossing.
A bit of a strange place to die,
Suspended over the water.
Caterpillar
I see the caterpillar on the parkway
Too late.
I swerve.
Think I missed it.
I don’t look back.
Two poems from a bike ride, GMG.
Thursday, October 07, 2004
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