doubting the world
i exhale, in the dark
pedaling. pondering.
both require spinning
i turn down main street
storefront displays alight
empty sidewalks
stoplights blink
at no one
and oblige my right turn
a leaf crinkles
during a night breeze
a hum of rubber tires
dismissing untold miles
but the moon prevails
in silence.
krp
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