Poem 7.18.21: A Bike Ride

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I am free when I  ride my bike. When I can turn on my playlist on and ride my bike late at night. I feel like I can breathe like the air is just for me no my solitude I feel hugged by, all of it, everything. 

Everything appears more finite and thus solved. Or at least known and settled.


I’m in motion and I’m still. I’m at balance.

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