ride through town on a petal powered pedal bike now that’s a sweet ride
the haze pushes back but the sun doesn’t waver as daylight breaks through
the warm breeze cools relaxing with lilac scent as summer begins
it’s necessary or we thought so at one time so we don’t question
without a warning the car you’ve driven for years will up and shift gears
it will just happen without a human actor the door is in charge
almost overnight bare branches have erupted with color and scent
a mirror image looks to the original and tells half the truth
there are certain days that just don’t start as early as one would have hoped
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