Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Puddles on a tandem

I felt you come alive when the wind streamed in your face
and when I tempted you with puddles something lit you like a bulb.

Three times we split the water,
sliced the mud to peals of laughter.
The shadows that had haunted you that day
fluttered ragged in the wind until they fell
dissolving in the wrinkled waters
underneath the pedals
as we passed.

I had forgotten quite how beautiful
the simple things of life
can be.

(c) A McN

It was her first time on a tandem but unlikely to be her last.

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