June25
132 km, 6 h 34 m
Riding on the south shore of the St Lawrence River was beautiful. These are old roads and houses line the entire distance. It makes me think of grade 5 Social Studies- those thin plots of land leading down to the water. And the river’s gonna run.
Look.
A white line leading on, ever and ever. A narrow width of pavement my domain.
Trees, grass, rocks, water, birds.
Houses, machines, hints of humanity.
A plate of food, a soft bed.
Forlorn bungee cord
Laying on roadside, sprung loose
Why did you let go?
My steed in the morning, awaiting another day on the road.
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