Pedaling fast in a world of starlight
I forgot I lived for these Saturday nights
riding my bike in beautiful drunk splendor
through the dark streets of Boulder.
where drunk rolls in the grass
are rolls of perfection
and your group of friends become
your vicious bike gang
a most complacent gang
smoking weed on hills above a lake
becoming pagan children worshiping moon beauty
music becomes the most tempting enticement
as you change your movement
to the flow of water, to the flow of beer
to whatever seems right
and someone says
to your delight
"come on, have you seen this girl?"
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