April 30, 2020
by Glenda S Wallace
Spring returns with a deep breath.
Flying down a rural Montana road on a vintage motorbike,
birds over head, bugs in the eye,
shades of green everywhere....
This is heaven.
How do I forget this feeling?
A clean moment.
No concern for the western bank
of clouds overhead that threaten thunder.
Forget the 60,000 Covid dead.
Look ahead. Don't glance back.
Look to where you're riding.
Get the air in your face!
Must have wind
on the face.