the bicycle trip

drift along

hear the gravel crackle

butterflies

shades of the eternal dancer

god has buttered the land with sunlight

sunlight

corn grows high

like a tall watusi

katydid

hums a monotonous tune

rather hypnotically

overhead there's a parrot with boxing gloves

singing like me

what a clever bird

even knows the words

but he doesn't seem to see

me

making my great escape

you can just take so much of your own advice

who needs a king

sitting in a tree

so loquaciously

pigeonholing everything

pigeons have a way of taking wing

back again

purple thistles bristle

all around

bane of the eternal dancer

home is just around the bend. the end