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