Good Bones

I thought of this poem, which I read once upon a time who knows how long ago and had to go questing for again in a ridiculous internet search (thanks Poetry Foundation!) because it seems right in line both with what I wrote last and also with how it’s hard …

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Nothing much

. Sometimes life and the world and everything is crazy, and what you need most in the world is a good, old-fashioned, unplugged, unplanned, unencumbered bike ride. . (wide open bike paths, a perfect day, and the Columbia River. Not pictured: the soundtrack of osprey) . (and, my thoughts exactly. …

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