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Bike Ride

Riding our bikes along the levy trail,
the willow tree’s branches
hang low over the path
in the early afternoon haze.

I reach up like a thief
to grab a handful of leaves,
mischievously tossing them up in the air.

As they scatter and float in the wind
behind me, riding through them,
she reaches out to capture a few.

Later, the rescued leaves
are added to her collection
placed inside a book
with a worn and dog-eared cover.

Although the book already has a title,
she tells me she's given it a name of her own making,
lettered in gold on the edge of the binding
tucked away in a library she tends in her heart.

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
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What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
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Last few words: 
Re-visiting an earlier piece (Colection).
Editing stage: 
Content level: 
Not Explicit Content


you leave us hanging? Don't tell us about her name for the book?
~ Geez.

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Hahaha! Always leave them wanting more, as they say - thanks Geez!


Michael Anthony

author comment

Hello, Michael,
I visited "Collection." Noticed it was around the same time of year. This feels like such a special moment, and a beautiful memory to revisit.
Thank you!

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