August 6, 2013


When you
pedal hard, 
my heart 
beats faster, 
though it knows
by now
there's an end
to every ride.

You've dragged me up 
each steep grade,
knowing we'll soon 
drop all the others;
they'll still be climbing,
while we're descending
the other side.

I try to stay
on your sweet wheel,
all the way up
the next tough climb, 
riding you
mile after mile;
hoping, somehow,
you don't mind.