250 miles to somewhere....

250 miles to somewhere....

A Poem by Marshall


racing with the heartbeat
along the black striped road
pumping pedals, dreaming
entrances exits lanes bylanes
timing out and in
thinking cap on
music keeping pace
i am home

here in the small city
coffee smells like coffee
people smile like people
trees look greener
the church stands out
lakes glisten with shivering skins
children play happily
i park in the park

i am here
sojourn into nights
at break of dawn
i will return to point B
fulfilled with 250 miles
of ecstasy.

the poems rise from the mist
of bygone memories
and words tumble waterfalls
of lust and longing
where is she?

© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 4 days ago


© 2014 Marshall


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This reminds me of all the cycling I do and the thoughts that jump into my head as I ride.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Marshall
Marshall

Auckland, Manukau City, New Zealand



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