16.5 miles on a bike.
I almost fall
when I touch the ground
before the familiar “dog in yard” gateway.
The stumbling stone of Trump,
These organisms can’t run that fast.
I don’t like biking.
and too fast.
I cannot see the birthing petals, chubby birds swirling,
or the eyes of a barking dog.
I leave hurting things behind.
From helplessness to family,
From wandering ghosts of stress,
From useless, unstoppable worries...
I willingly sacrifice my feet.
Daydreaming back to China.
Cathy Zhang. Cathy is the Web Master of The Weekly Cad.