The B Trip

I reset the ticker
a fresh set of zeroes.
357 miles gone with scrolls of thoughts
half-captured on notepads.

Now to more composing
knee on the wheel
ears to the frequencies
eyes shifting to absorb
arm content to hang out the window
and let wind mix with stereo
allowing all that moves or stays
to mix and grow
on imperceptible receptors.

Contact

I pedal through my neighborhood
observing the conditions
of plants and road signs
joggers and lawn chair driveway dwellers.

There are truths
in every mowed lawn
every calorie burned and beer cracked
burdens too

I consider origins 
and keep loose reins on destinations
seeking enhancement
and transport 
self-propelled.