Memory Riding On Poems

I used to wonder, what’s worth my nickel?
A day adventure on my bicycle.
     I’d look all around.
    ...

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The cliffs are being  eaten away 
By the constant pulsing tide.
Now just a short walk from the lane
When it  was once a short...

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A young mind is set on her.
Do minds age like brains?
I remember

the memory has set like concrete.
She had a flat in Pamlico,
I had a bike...

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Riding a bunny to tinsel town
Crazy screaming and yelping and laughing around!
You are a nut bucket! You are a clown!
They were having a blast riding...

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When I was a kid and school was out, I'd rush home for milk and cookies.
And mom would give me a note and some money...

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my soul rides upon the winds of  memories
will touch your awareness  before you sleep
carried on into your dream of togetherness
once awake it’s there...

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The bike was loaded and packed
The duffle bag strapped to the rack
The air was crisp when we started out at dawn
In the early morning hours...

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We might do well
to worry less
about including the grizzly bear population
in our DNA/RNA cooperatively encultured Golden Rule,
after all,
we already would kill and eat them,
if hungry...

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Riding on the Wind

I share with you a memory of an autumn afternoon;
unloading weekends shopping; such a normal task to do.

Then something moving on my...

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