Poem: Melody of a Spouse

Your eyes are set in a city with cracked bells
The men who were called to action follow other tones
And therefore the rhythm you pursue rings off-center

BikeCharlotte, BikeCold

The other day I was in a state of jonesin’ for a bike ride. It had been a few days of strong rain and cold weather and I just needed to ride some. Then a friend got in touch with me and to give him a hand, I offered to connect at the library. “God I wish it was nice outside so that I could ride,” was going through my head.