Summer Nights
With the lights of the pier Poking the smooth sunset In the eye I ride Past the hens Clucking as I tick melodically A euphoric metronome Keeping in time with my favourite home I love this city And...
city cycling
Ciclovia
Finalist: Winter 2019 Writing Contest I pedal harder and harder until my lungs start to burn, and then I lift myself from my seat, forming a 90-degree angle...