Élan vital

The sudden appearance of sleet.
I am three miles from home,
on my bicycle,
wearing sandals:

To the empty falling streets
I clench my red red hands
and ring out
a most lusty doxology
bookended with my laughter and
the spin of
my wheels.

6 comments:

Edge 4/17/2011 4:10 PM  

Ooh. This, this is fabulous and alive.

Jenica 4/17/2011 5:34 PM  

I love it; the rythm and the images it produces.

odessa 4/17/2011 9:47 PM  

"bookended with my laughter" -- i love this!
also the vivid imagery created by this poem.

Holly 4/18/2011 2:06 AM  

Edge, Jenica, odessa - Muchas gracias!

Afthi 4/18/2011 4:41 PM  

Oooh, goosebumps. An absolute treat to read.

Holly 4/19/2011 8:08 PM  

Afthi - Thank you, Nicole!

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