Friday, October 11, 2019
I wrote this poem while I was on my “Southern Tier” bicycle tour. I also kept a journal on the tour, you can read the journal by clicking on the Archive Link at the top of this page and selecting “Southern Tier 2019.”
Wind
The wind
… blew
The temperature
… cold
The road
… narrow
My fingers
… frozen
The bike
… swerved
Again and
… again
The shoulder
… loomed
Blown off
… mercilessly
The destination
… far
Brad Adkins