Yesterday I took my longest bike ride of the summer (62 miles), and managed to stop occasionally to write some haiku poems:
Mile 11, 
     reeds standing straight up
     as far off as I can see
     
through smudged sunglasses
Mile 22.5, 
     
small tree in sunshine -
     one bird floats across the road –
     
noise of power saw
Mile 24, 
     music from a small house –
     soft sound of plane over head –
     
     
Mile 27, Route 1, by 
     traffic rushing by me –
     birds chirping in the bushes –
     totally blue sky
Mile 28.4, corner of Route 1 and 
     trembling leaf shadows –
     two leaves fall straight down like stones
     
as I breathe deeply
Mile 31, N. Main
young shadowy woods 
with small patches of sunlight –
     
a smashed can of Coors
Mile 34, 
     white butterflies float
     over a dry brown cornfield – 
     
highway hums far off
Mile 37, 
     smell of fresh cut grass
     and a small blue plane above –
     my bike relaxes
Mile 40, 
     bridge over small stream –
     flies buzzing on the surface –
     a girl rides past me
Mile 43, Old Mystic
     leaves float on the pond 
     while leaves tremble around me –
     my orange vest shines
Mile 45, 
     kids learning to sail
in small boats with striped sails --
traffic far away
Mile 47.3, across from Sea Swirl
     lunch by a small cove –
     I stretch out in the cool shade –
     tree limbs wave to me
Mile 53, 
     great rocks all around –
     SUVs stand like monsters –
     a small boy splashes
Mile 54.5, Route 1, near Cove Ledge Inn
     big white house on hill 
     with bird songs all around it –
     junk piled in shade
Mile 58.2, the bend of Greenhaven and 
     old pickup for sale
     and a sail boat with old sneakers –
     voices far away
Mile 60.6, 
     many big white boats
     and birds singing from the trees –
     red fire hydrant 
     
       
      
     
     
     
 
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