Tag: Loop
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Between the Storms Morning Ride
Between the Storms Morning Ride Rolled out underA marbled skyHeavy clouds broodingEager to dump loadsAnd cry, cry, cry Sun popped throughFrom time to timeLightening my moodSo I didn’t brood As the recedingFloodwaters fromLast night’s stormsLanguidly ambleNorthward to the GilaAnd beyond No fauna out todayBut a few fat pigeonsBobble-heading their wayNext to the pathReady to playOr…
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2nd Sunday Morning Of November – On The Loop
2nd Sunday Morning Of November – On The Loop rode out under a bright blue domefading to gossamer behind the peaksto the horizonsnot a cloud in the skynot even a lousy contrail ghost of the waning gibbous moonhovers at eleven o’clockin the western skyor two o’clock in the southern view morning’s long shadowsdappled the pathand…
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Another Bright November Morning
Another Bright November Morning rode out through long shadowsfrom the southeastern sunrisea bright blue dome overhead drone of stop and gomorning rush houra white noise backgroundalmost but looping the Loopwith the riverbed’slush green trees and shrubsgoes a long way to soothas Brittlebush blossomscasually wave inthe light breeze, too light traffic on the path todaynot many…
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First Sunday Morning Of November
First Sunday Morning Of November last day of Dia de los Muertosits finale tonight but this chill morningour threesome rode outwith long shadowsthroughout the Loop with bright blue overheadand lush greenin the riverbedand plenty of Brittlebushraised their yellow heads the path was pretty crowdedwalkers and some with dogsas impatient bikersplayed chicane through us all we…
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Halloween Eve – Tucson
Halloween Eve ghosts and witcheshung from porchesfences and treesalong the barrio streetsthey greeted ourmorning ride pristine blue aboveand northa slight canopy overthe southeastern peaksa bit of smog inthe northeast a few walkers and ridersdotted the paththeir eyes glazedtheir ear buds engagedone nearly walkedinto me as I slid by the riverbed lush and greenmostly dry aroundthe…
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Last Sunday Morning Ride Of October
Last Sunday Morning Ride Of October Rode out solo on this chilly morningFingerless riding gloves left fingerschilled to the bone In the darker shadowsthought I’d see my breath in the airbut it wasn’t there Lightly marbled skyFeather-light brushstokesto the northern horizon Sol’s QR codesseared into the pathand the Barrio’s walls Rode the Julian Wash Greenwayto…
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October Thursday Morning Ride
October Thursday Morning Ride Sol’s rays barcoded the pathwith shadows from treesguardrails and bridges sky-dome uninterrupted bluesave a few white brushstokesover the southern peaks last weeks rains leftlush green brush and treescrowding the riverbed still water lingered under theCongress St. bridgeand a few other puddles did while four-wheeler trackstortured the groundbetween brush and trees came…
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Mid-October Sunday Morning Ride
Mid-October Sunday Morning Ride the morning air moist and freshafter yesterday’s rainlarge and small animal tracksstanding out in the damp butdrying mud of the riverbeda little standing waterhere and therebut the floodwatersare gone a multitude of skinkscrisscrossing the pathfinally out of theirhidey-holes a-trollin’ the sky overheada brilliant deep bluefaded to the horizonsartist-clouds ofPayne’s gray to…
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Another October Morning Ride
Another October Morning Ride rode out this morningunder a gray dappled skyfifty shades ?more like four or fivethe fifty reserved for justificationbackbone of human pride only a few walkers and bikersout on the Loop so farperhaps they took the rainforecast seriously only a few spittlesout and backthen once homea little pitter-patcool my fatiguedmuscle mass old…
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October Morning Ride
October Morning Ride pristine blue overheaddesert panorama bathedin golden sunshine long shadows layacross the crowded pathjoggers and bikers galore someone said, “must be trainingfor an upcoming event”their huffing, puffing, and sweating but Occam’s razor might suggestthat it’s just a beautiful morningenjoying outside’s cool morning air roadrunner startles medarts across my path aspigeons flock overhead again,…
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