The Last Morning Ride Of July 2025

Pristine summer morning
Sky-dome
A few tiny cloud-wisps
Over the eastern peaks
Some dappled shade
From Mesquite and
Palo verde as we
Streak through
The barrios
Like the tortoise
In that fabled race

More debris in
The dry riverbed
Left by receded
Monsoon floodwaters
Or just maybe
The same ol’
Litter bugs

Crossed the new bridge
Between Grant and
El Camino
Then headed home
South into a light
Headwind and
10-15 degree incline

Sun floating up
To its zenith as
The breeze takes
On the character
Of a blast furnace
Sun-darkened skin
Starting to pink again

Home with my feet up
On the ottoman
Tangerine popsicle
Sucked down to its stick

It’s nap-time
See you on the ‘flip-flop’

–LE – 7/31/25