
warming up before I pull
my steady friend
a green Lemonde
off the truck bed
cinching my helmet
snap,snap
rolling my neck
shoulders anticipating miles of strain
my shoes becoming one with my vehicle
click, click
slow motion forward
adjusting gears from last ride
muscles groaning over yesterday
smile, as I push forward
knowing there is a mountain ahead of me
there is little I can see
I aim toward a wall of fog
all alone except for cattle greetings
pull, push, pull, push
the only sound I hear
is my cadence of breathing
ha, ha, hu, hu
ha, ha, hu, hu
oak tree my friend on the descent
not so welcome as I climb
passing the tree line
when did the fog dissipate?
I don’t remember
Fire danger sign at high alert today
the thought of fire makes me thirsty
gulp, gulp
muscles start lactic acid build up
squeeze, squeeze
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