The Tandem

This is a poem about fun

because I have been told I don't have

much

I like when we ride the red tandem bike out

north of town, where it turns to

fields of greens and the

ocean waves break

I like siting on the back

pedaling and not thinking much while the

wind whips along

and the cranks creak once

a revolution

Then we sit and drink water

eat greens cooked with

fake meat

and a little moonshine, maybe a cookie

The moment gets right into

Leonie who is

laughing and telling stories and practically

fizzing like a bottle of pop

with a thumb over the top

Hey! The waves crash around

and seals are playing out there

and it puts a smile on my face

a simple radiating heat not likely

to blow out anything but

just enough to make

me think

this is enough

This is enough!