Faint moon
whisp of cloud
brilliant sun
traffic speeds by
glittering steel and glass
rise of the hill
city drops back in the distance
highrise slides by
pedals rise and fall
black crow cries above me
green light just in time
I move across the field of action
make my move, breathe, brake, release
and push on through
into faint moon
whisp of cloud
under brilliant sun
City Cycling
Submitted by arif on Fri, 09/03/2010 - 01:45