Flowers, gravel, spit.
You leave a trail
of petals on asphalt.
Summer roads.
Icy roads. Salt
and brick. Path
of stone spokes
under breezy
trees. See how
the season
adjusts for you.
You keep going
sleet-stained
sweater avoiding
rains of
encouragement–
circular movement,
mechanized
static
a steel
handle
on the world.

(originally published in Scarlet Leaf Review, Spring 2021)