Morning Commute, Late June*

On my bike at 6
with the curling pink fingers of dawn

already fading to yellow.
It’s going to be muggy and buggy.

For 11 months they complain
about rain and snow;

the other month they complain
about the heat.

Esperanza Spalding is in my ears
and on my right hip,

singing Cuerpo y Alma,
Body and Soul in Spanish.

She pronounces her sadness
with a Portuguese accent – tree-SHTAY-zah.

And the moon, one day past full,
is a dandelion gone to seed.


*written in 2013


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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