“Forty”
Arbitrary time;
produce and be distracted
from the rest of life.
Steve D
Arbitrary time;
produce and be distracted
from the rest of life.
Steve D
Muddy rain water,
perfect obstacle to ride,
reason to change pants.
Steve D
An easy morning,
seemingly random city,
haphazard hang-out.
Steve D
Try to figure how
to say professionally:
You’re doing it wrong.
Every ten paces
new porches, alleys, fences.
Doors to other lives.
Steve D
A piece of the pie,
a space in a crowded bed,
or sometimes, a cold.
Steve D
Opportunity,
face-to-face conversations
like Teams with handshakes.
Steve D
Rusted ruddy shell,
nearly lost in an old shed,
yet the motor roars.
Steve D
Little lives criss-crossed,
sharing histories unknown,
legacy friendships.
Steve D