he described the trip,
the hills, the towns, wine and food
and then turned to me, winking,
I'd provide all the corrections.
I described the trip, the beauty, the connection,
its loss, the reconnection,
being lost, trying to find our way,
struggling up steep gravel roads,
my bike gear left behind in the rental car,
trying not to find fault,
knowing we're both doing the best we can.
he is focused on the road,
me on the path.
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