Thursday, January 15, 2015

CONSEQUENT

According to—planetary motion,
one could suppose

slightly longer and widening 
orbits of afternoon—in which 
a bicycle rider—

windburned,
stouthearted—

travels—always 
absorbing each and every
antecedent flung

across his spangled 
patterned paths

with alacrity 
and quickness—and a dim 
sense of pride

which somehow lightens his burden
proportionally
with each uptick in the  
daylight;

until
eventually, he's feeling so 
slick that he slips—landing off-axis completely
with his erstwhile

procedure—arms and legs
frozen stiff—supine and
wide open

as if—
struggling

to embrace 
such a huge risk.