12-hour push in arlington
to finish a deck,
i was ready to unwind, borrowed igor's
schwinn, red velvet banana saddle and
LED spoke lights, easy 5 minutes to cedar stump, where
sat outside, bummed smokes, shared food,
and bought rounds with
threw bike in bed of new ex-marine
friend's pick-up, 10 miles to stanwood for
all-night billiards session where i shot
so badly i kept winning--my misses a
minefield that forced opponents'
sun comes up, my
ride is passed out, so i
start pedaling back. one of the guys
catches up, tells me to latch on to his 300
for a quick skitch up the hill
to I-5 entrance. why
not? at the top, i can see it's all
downhill so i ride
the shoulder in minimal
traffic to next exit,
wend my way back among birdsong
feeling grateful and alive.
only when i stop do i feel
it, fall over on legs
shaky from riding undersized bike.
then, after 3 hours sleep, i finally
finished the deck in the rain,
drove home to a hot bath
along that same big
highway. i'll never look
at it the same way again.