Mar 15, 2019

'Bike riding under the trees'

Bike riding under the trees
On a greenbelt in Davis, California
Can sometimes be like
Going through a richly green tunnel.
The smell of pine and cedar and oak,
And the sounds of birds. Squirrels
Search the ground for food and then
Leap up a tree as I pedal past.
Since I am already Poet Laureate
For the town, I now feel free to name myself
Writer-In-Residence of the Davis Greenbelt.
Any arguments? No?
Then the motion is carried.
Let’s ride.

09 October 2018
15 March 2019

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