Riding

Riding a sweet thought
to the town of you
to the neighborhood of you
I ride a sweet thought.

Sometimes bumpy, sometimes neat
the road to you is
but bumpy or not,
the thought is sweet.

Sometimes up, sometimes down
the road to town is
but up or down or what-
sweet is the thought.

by Morgan Michaels

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