Pedaling on a blue bike, paean of breezy winds bumping along the road
Rumbling sounds of SUVs and pick up trucks passing by, rowdy kids jumping into the lake half naked
Roaring laughter fading away, riding down a long lonely road in between the animate and inanimate nature
Blazing through a carpet of gold laden by the bleeding yolk of the sunset
Rolling stone within the heart spins faster and faster, unleashing the monster hunkered for a thousand of years
Then — whirl — and — crash.
A reaper stands on the door expressionlessly peaking its bald skull over the door sill.
Like a dusky cloud on a simple summer night.
6.17.2020
Ralph with Coffee 