Found Poetry #99
99 (ccfinlay)
i followed the bike trail
back home. it was
crowded and filled
with the sounds of wheels
turning and running
shoes on blacktop.
a stretch of trail was
lined with queen anne's lace,
and black-eyed susans,
and chicory,
a long mixed fringe of
white and
yellow and
blue.
i've been dealing with a mild depression lately.
i followed the bike trail
back home. it was
crowded and filled
with the sounds of wheels
turning and running
shoes on blacktop.
a stretch of trail was
lined with queen anne's lace,
and black-eyed susans,
and chicory,
a long mixed fringe of
white and
yellow and
blue.
i've been dealing with a mild depression lately.
