Beneath the lacey cumulocirrus doily
crocheted across the dawn, I am biking
east on Liminga Road toward the Canal
on my way to work, listening to Beethoven’s
Third Symphony, the Eroica, on tinny earbuds,
like watching the Grand Canyon imax film
on a 2 inch ipod screen. There is nothing
between my helmet and heaven save
the brave little clouds. They say it will not
rain today. I say they will be mistaken.
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