Her Bicycle, For My Peace Activist Sister
Her bicycle has carried her many miles. She
is here now in a sacred place where leaves
are falling. She's here now, settling near my
heart. Pan flute notes float mid-air, then
settle on the path. Her warmth, a warm
summer day; her voice, a picnic of words;
her presence, a gathering of doves.
She ascends now: swirling spokesperson
pedals on to do her work. I love her comings,
her goings. Her bicycle carries her many miles.
She is faithful to her humanity.
Moon Harp
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