Rider's Roadside Respite
No dangerous lair
Dark with menace!
From out this tree shade, antique
More gently lit, edenic
This vision face.
Afar, but untouched
By it? Not me!
Soul, reclaimed! With each bounce, arc
Lamb-spurted, and sped of lark.
Joyous and free.
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