Bicycle Dreams

a yellow green grey light permeates windows needing washing-- a heart gone to saturn and back in the time it takes to have seven cycles of dreams-- bicycling down the atlantic coast- sea green grasses, yellow sun, forest green trees... higher than the horizon--serving to brighten any sediments of grey found in crusted over fossils-- evolved vessels come not from venting, but by standing up to the indirect wind: an ancient tiny perfume bottle wedged into a safe sandy bit of flat earth, surrounded by the sea water of my birth... a comfort only to sit along the sides and allow the forces to wash over me-- to ride unbeknownst to those who have exited-- we know we'll be following in god's time-- without reason-- people do what they do, and we witness only the morning light streak.a golden tray offering the riches once found before we could walk, before we learned to speak a land of wood nymphs, flower faeries, a holy blessed irridescent ground -kate lamberg..(c) '21