bicycle poem

my father introduced the bicycle
a new world was offered
self propulsion
self reliance
pride in ones self

blue
blue like a turquoise bird
old and used, heavy and creaking
it had the charm i was after

giving up the keys
letting my legs
my strength
my courage
my imagination let me explore a world
within range

widening the distance
planning destinations that seem out of reach
proving
hoping
dreaming
a reach for change

marijuana poem

being stoned feels so fine
being stoned frees my mind
being stoned brings relief
being stoned sheds the grief
being stoned sounds better
being stoned feels better
being stoned tastes the best
being stoned lets you see the rest

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