Down the Eastside…
the sunrises to meet my soul
pigeons, people, places to go
riding the River
bikes, skates, scooters
society’s statements on show
further down I loop the bull
sports are so complex
I pedal up the West
disembark from stress
Ride. Ride. Ride.
painters painting perception
fireflies are fireworks
each sparkle my darkness
at the little red lighthouse
I stop
I stretch, and I rest
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© 2010 Tamara Royal
MANHATTAN TIMES, 2011
