Coffee Hour

Coffee hour beans
French roast
French pressed
no cream no sugar
no honey no sauce
no booze no frappe
simply coffee

Spring

giant flakes falling
melting as they hit the ground
spring time resisters

Travel Day

I climbed the stairs
took a cab
rode a bus
elevators
a light rail train
escalators
trams
people movers
a plane
and a Subaru

Dangling Feet

Setting sunlight
glistening water
reflecting the day
Winds push waves
slapping at boats
and dangling feet
off docks for fishing
and lingering
as time pretends
to notice the future

Cloudy

Which way the clouds wend
depends on your mind
how you blow them around
you bluster
and trees fall down
like a bad idea

Random Act of Violence

Halloween weekend last October I pedaled home along the bicycle path and was attacked by a stranger in a random act of violence.

Though it was dark, I noticed three figures standing idle just off the path ahead. I mistakenly didn’t take heed to stop and go the other direction. Too trusting, I continued along the path like a thousand times before…

As I rolled by, I noticed one figure lunge toward me. He was big, like a football player. In that moment, I thought, what the fuck does he want and looked ahead to ignore him and keep going.

I recall a moment of the collision, of what was me hitting the ground. Next I recall, a guy was asking if I was okay. He pedaled by and saw me lying with my bike off the path. I told him I was attacked, but seemingly okay. He went on his way and I continued the last few blocks home.

By the time I arrived, the concussion was obvious. I had a huge lump the size of a baseball on the backside of my head. My jaw was out of alignment and my bite didn’t come back together for a day or so. Then the deep body bruises on my back and entire ass cheek appeared and lingered for a couple weeks, eventually forming into the shape of a loon. How MN like.

I can only surmise the thug slugged me in the jaw, which knocked me out and off my bike. In the fall, I landed on my ass and hit my head on the ground. Considering the amount of time between leaving for home and arriving, I was unconscious for 10-15 minutes.

Strangely, I wasn’t robbed, raped and they didn’t take my bike. What was their purpose? Was it an act of hazing? Was it a dare? Was it just asshole guys out wilding on a Halloween party night? Did they realize they nearly killed me and that scared them off? So fucking senseless of them...

I never felt fear, though I’m deeply disappointed. My bicycle is my main mode of transport. I travel the bike paths daily (when free of ice). I wear a helmet now, which I never had before, in nearly 50 years of riding. The helmet cautiously restores my roughed up sense of safety. I am used to riding anywhere, at anytime I want. Anyway, seven months later, there is still a small lump that is sore and tingles, sometimes my skull hurts and my ears are fucked up.

I love my bicycle. http://www.loversandwreckers.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-bicycle-love-poem.html  

Shadows

Wander
from shadows
into sunlight
beaming heat
bold as gravity
basking in rays
late winter

Hep

   for Pam

Pam, extraordinary lamb
scales buildings like mountains
with verve
Could go on
to include her sister
traveling,
doth wholly miss her
Comforts weary victims
salubrious light,
meaning and muscle
As rivers float her being
for pleasure rejuvenates
Did she endeavor to be more
than a conquistador?
Read her biography
once written