Early Sunday morning, a car was left abandoned in front of our house. By Sunday afternoon, someone had smashed in the car windows leaving a scene of violence behind them. Shattered glass covered the lawn and pavement surrounding the car. I still feel myself tense up when I think about it. Smash!Down are the words that I use to describe what I saw.
There’s a curve in the words
Glass shards hit the ground
in a see-through sound
No light savior behavior
Just a grin that turns in
Music born from within
You repeat to the beat
Bicycles in Amsterdam
Greetings everyone! We have just returned from Amsterdam.
Bicycles are rampant there as the city moves in a seamless ballet of pedestrians, cars and bikes. There is the occasional horn honk or brake screeching, after which the city’s inhabitants glance at each other muttering the word “tourist” under their breath.
On the Avenue, you might see a couple of bikes chained to a rack, but in Amsterdam there are crowds of bicycles huddled together. They have designated bike lanes, separated from the traffic, making it safer. There are also thousands of kilometers of bike trails running next to the highway in the Netherlands. Bicycle heaven!
One is a lonely number- for a bicycle!
Amsterdam inspired me to get out my bike and write this poem.
water sprays behind my tires
plopping fluid drops
smelling clean and cool
lone cyclist with a newly-made sun
lighting my path
this Alberta Avenue morning