Summer Afternoon Ride

Four, 2.2 mile
Loops – painted lines, instructions.
About feet and wheels.

Not the kind of ride
On narrow, wild, single track
Of two decades past.

Blue water platters.
Domestic trees, poised in rows.
No scraggly cactus.

Risk, speed left behind.
Replaced by the sedated
Urban park bike ride.

Energy, place, time?
All conspire to make the past
Only memory.

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