Midnight Cycling
Closest to midnight —We swish past sleepy villages at full speedcoming back from the only bar in town.Someone somewhere shouts:“YOLO! You. Only. Live. Once.”I’m...
Tag: Finnish summer
His Eyes Were Watching Me
Tall and powerfulHis sharp eyes were watching meReady to defendThe fine dame and precious clutch,I leave the nesting pair be p.s. Happy Midsummer to all who cel...