Tired legs push my bike
Down straight line country roads
Beethoven bends through the wind
Like an ambulance
And the well-lit, perfectly square houses
float by on the water
My mind returns, like always, to you
Your gleaming face
Scarred and tattooed beaming down
I pedal away to hide
I thought I had lost you later
shuffling through papers
And taking down notes
You nearly made my heart leap out of my chest
Sneaking a peek over my shoulder
Humankind used to always project our pride on the skies.
Warriors, queens, glittering palaces, emperors and their retinue
Yet when I see you, I just feel small
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