Burning Daylight
by john Clare stokes
i paused upon the Still Road
track to look down infinity and
the many who have traveled
on beyond the heat of this
July and the burning time
we could never quench all
the way up to Moniac, daylight
aflame, and i was in this heat
grateful for the ones who
led me through it,teaching me
the lessons of riding in burning
daylight, allowing me to draft,
while learning the craft,
never dreaming that i would
this July day be standing here,
alone, for in my mind we would
always be single file and pulling
one another along.
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