The wind off the lake
Coasting along the Lakeshore road
Smelling smells and seeing sights
The bike being my transport mode
On the lake, sun dapples light
Acknowledging other peddlers
Joggers, skaters share the tarmac
Some drivers being the only meddlers
Not to go too far, still to get back
The trees are at their height of glory
Pre-fall deepest greens on display
Leaves not quite finished summer’s story
Bike will be garaged in dismay
The lake shimmers to my right
Families make the best of day
On the road I leave all my might
To see another summer I pray
Approaching the final stop sign
A slow squeeze to the brake
All summer this road has been mine
As I feel the wind come off the lake.
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