Late August Sunday Morning Ride

The 7:am air
Very warm and dry
White paintbrush dabs
In the northern sky
Like waves-crests
On a tranquil blue
Sea

Long morning shadows
Cast across our path
A strobelight effect
Disorienting in its aspect
Dodging skinks
Slow to react

Saw a hawk
I think
Too far away
To be sure
Certainly looked
Like a hawkish
Landing on that
Dead tree branch
As it surveyed
The riverbed
Below

Lots of bikers and
Walkers out this morning
Walking and riding
So unforgiving any other
Time of day
The high Sonoran heat
Cramps any desire
For outside
Play

So
Spend the rest of my Sunday
Composing rants and verse
Contemplate society’s
Spinning our democracy
In reverse

To what end
To what end

Only the Shadow knows

–LE – 8/24/25

Reference — The Shadow: “Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows”… — An early 20th century fictional crimefighter, with some interesting supernatural powers… One was the ability to ‘fog’ men’s minds, seeing him as a shadow or not at all…