Last Tuesday Morning Ride Of July 2025

Bright pristine sky
No cloud-shadows to
Break up the glare
Just the morning
Bar and QR codes from
Sun through the trees

Except for Tumamoc
And A-mountain
Ringing mountains
Lightly silhouetted in
Summer sky-blue
Veil of mists

Aging Brittlebush blooms
Sticking out helter-skelter
Like common pins from
A pin cushion

Or if more darkly imagined

Like a plethora of
Misery-pins
Protruding from a limp
Voodoo doll

I don’t have the moniker
CynOp for nothing

Last week’s monsoon waters
Still puddled under the
Irvington bridge
Or perhaps just
Reclaimed waters
Stingily released into
The dry riverbed

A few skinks
Skanked the path
As a couple of prairie dogs
Popped in and out
From their underground
Abodes

Home again
Trike in the shed
Sweat finally wiped
From my shoulders
And head

–LE – 7/29/25