Dead pigeons under both bridges, the interstate bridges that share flotsam with their perpendicular cousin I-40, o transcontinental ribbon safely and conscientiously divided down the middle by a chest-high wall of concrete or a swale of grass, cutting so considerately through neighborhoods to separate poor from white, conveniently carrying any wandering plague to far corners (everywhere we want to be).
I bike under the north one on my way up the hill, the beginning of my day, under the south one on my way down, (towards) the end. the birds lay quietly, smell-less-ly mouldering on the concrete's dry windy shade in a field of pigeon-poop, one for each bridge.
No one seems to notice. After all, its down there below the action, not somewhere one might swerve leerily from it at dusk at 65mph.
A moment later i'm back beneath the trees, gliding happily down a neighborhood road at 25mph; it occurs to me that i am "unprotected", exposed to the asphalt with a ripe and naked melon of a brain/skull, that i, unthinking, daily enjoy this dangerous flight.
It's not just freedom that i love, but it's a wonderful start.
I bike under the north one on my way up the hill, the beginning of my day, under the south one on my way down, (towards) the end. the birds lay quietly, smell-less-ly mouldering on the concrete's dry windy shade in a field of pigeon-poop, one for each bridge.
No one seems to notice. After all, its down there below the action, not somewhere one might swerve leerily from it at dusk at 65mph.
A moment later i'm back beneath the trees, gliding happily down a neighborhood road at 25mph; it occurs to me that i am "unprotected", exposed to the asphalt with a ripe and naked melon of a brain/skull, that i, unthinking, daily enjoy this dangerous flight.
It's not just freedom that i love, but it's a wonderful start.
what was your classmate giving a presentation on... the originis of pot? and hostels, i swear you can learn more in one night in a hostel than... um... than elsewhere. ever see L'Auberge Espanole? not that it really applies, but it popped in my head.
and what are you studying in school anyway?
thank you for clarifying for me. i really enjoyed the piece and i wanted to understand all of it. as much as i want to go live in the wilderness, there is so much strangled beauty in urban settings. at least, inspiration. of course, i would find plenty to write about in the woods, but it would eventually grow isolated and insulated.