Flipped bird
finger
rear window
while we cycle next to
one another
grey haired grandmother
irate
her one lane
of country road
taken by visions of younger ladies
their men
pushing bikes down roads
palm of foot to peddle
taking us across car buzzed routes
and through small
Eastern shore towns
gooning on Easton’s court house fence
swimming the oceans cool
fortunes
handicapped spots
where we accidentally pull in
to feast on blue crab
initiating new rituals
dockside
dropping infectious smiles
as she swims amongst
sparkles
carrying us toward
the eve of eternity
found amongst wildflowers
lapping shores
defied maids
and the calm warmth
from within.
Love the new look, keep up the great work the number of visitors must have increased?.