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Untitled Water Color on Paper

Quiet still of sinking
summer sun
the prattle gone
half-life of eyes open always
worlds they have swallowed
in duplicate
thoughts they drowned
clutching our common
unhappiness shadows in habit
dawn loiters
all through the night

wrest from torment
sobbing through my teeth
without measure weep
till my ashen hair drowns
coloring my muteness
hopeful sorrow a bruise
of flowers
waiting for the beat
of skipping rope

R. Cherry
8/2/01 E.H. NY

I’ve launched a new site devoted to my amateur radio staion KD2HE. Click above to visit.

Back in the saddle again as the summer approaches I have clocked close to 245 miles so far since April.  My average speeds are up this year dew to some leg training in the gym this year.  So I am stronger however there’s the considerate extra weight that I carry now.

Last weekend on what started as a fast and fabulous ride in central park I ran into a snag on the Harlem hill.  Someone had spread carpet tacks on the road.  It was my luck to snag one in my rear tire.  Ouch.  There were some helpful people who lent me air and help changing the tube.

The longer rides to the Palisades are my favorite.  I have doe that twice this year so far. It’s a 41.2 mile ride from lower Manhattan. The hill at the end is a killer.  I’ve been reluctant to take the ride since my flat as I am not sure the tube will hold up on the hills.  Top downhill speeds are close to 38 mph.

Wheels

I’m a martyr and am not using air conditioning.   Quite frankly I think that the heat is more of a media scum scam than anything else.