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We ride our bikes along the levy trail
tires spinning around at a leisurely pace
marking the distance with every revolution
The willow tree’s branches
hang low over the path
in the early afternoon haze
I reach up like a thief
to grab a handful of leaves
tossing them up in the air, mischievously
Behind me, riding through them
as they scatter and float in the wind
she reaches out gracefully to capture a few
to hold on to from the day
Later, the rescued leaves
are added to her collection
Placed Inside a book
with a worn and dog-eared cover
Although the book already has a title,
she always thinks of its’ true name
in the beautiful and private library
tucked away in her heart
Style / type:
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity):
I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing stage:
Content level:
Not Explicit Content
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Comments
Asche Keegan
Fri, 2021-01-01 03:13
Dear Michael,
Ooooh this is so playful yet elegant, and just overall beautiful! It leaves me wondering what the true name of the book is. :) I love every word!
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Michael Anthony
Mon, 2021-01-11 10:09
We all have some secrets to
We all have some secrets to be kept =) Thanks again Asche!
Best
Mike
Michael Anthony
Michael Anthony
Mon, 2021-01-11 10:10
Thanks again Teddy - Happy
Thanks again Teddy - Happy New Year to you and yours as well.
Best
Mike
Michael Anthony