heavy laden bikes
carry produce to market
on their own Dutch roads

spring morning bike ride
sweat breaks on the hard first hill
earn the long coast home

click, hum. roll across
town and back again. quiet
enough to listen.

my morning workout
up the hills, along the ridge
long ride for long life

rain teems in Brussels
cobblestones shiny and slick
learn my own balance

Until 2003, David M. Harris had never lived more than fifty miles from New York City. Since then he has moved to Tennessee, acquired a daughter and a classic MG, and gotten serious about poetry. His work has appeared in Pirene’s Fountain (and in First Water, the Best of Pirene’s Fountain anthology), Gargoyle, The Labletter, The Pedestal, and other places. His first collection of poetry, The Review Mirror, was published by Unsolicited Press in 2013.