easy words fly back and forth as
we pedal the highway
two old green road bikes
my tires are low but who cares
last clouds take their leave and
the evening sky expands
forceful winds diminish
the road stretches out into the flat wonder of
Manitoba prairie
dairy farms invade the nose and
occasional Doppler engine sounds
dominate the ear as we crowd the shoulder
we turn around and catch the breeze at our backs
flying easily along with the prairie summer sun
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