Saturday, March 2, 2013

Dog in the ditch

Dog in the ditch
Please don’t chase me
I’m tired
I can’t outsprint you

I spent all day pulling students,
A paceline toward understanding
the Harlem Renaissance.
They drafted,
I pulled. We got there but
And I’m tired.

You carve a parallel
path through the snowy ditch,
I rise on the pedals,
Sprint over muddy
Icy gravel
Legs remember
Miles in the bank
I race you
And win

You trot home
Through the snow
Good dog
To remind me
Why I am out here
On this inconsequential gravel road
on my heavy winter mountain bike
And no longer tired

1 comment:

Kelly Berkey said...


miss you pretty lady!! xo