only the clouds and me
the verdant hillsides,
the aspen and pines, the clouds
billow overhead,
only the sound of bike tires
on a gravel road, and me,
the sound of birds, the distant
hum of cars on the highway,
people in metal boxes, I breathe
in the fresh air and on this dirt
road there is only me, the clouds,
the sun, the birds, the air,
the precious air we all
breathe.
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