October 18, 2018

Heart Rider

I peddled out of Phoenix
Just about three weeks ago,
And panted up the Mogollon,
And through New Mexico,

Then Texas, Oklahoma, and
Across the Kansas miles,
To end it in Missouri to
St. Louis–welcome smiles.

I peddled fifteen hundred miles
With bare necessities:
The clothing on my back, that’s all,
And no real niceties.

A sleeping bag and sunscreen, and
Some shampoo and a comb,
A couple of necessary tools,
And my desire to roam.

An Ogalala Sioux I met
Who’s words cut clean and smart,
Told me I didn’t ride a bike.
Instead, I rode my heart.

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