1000 Watts

november rain, a little delayed,falls gently, not in searing drops of ice shrouded in my red poncho i bike alongmy usual route takes me through streetsof soggy fallen leaves,once bright in autumn hues,now a uniform, nondescript brown the rain drums a rhythm on my poncho,drenching my hands as they hold the handlebars;my feet pedal a…

Do I know you? I seem to know how your thoughts flow, how your eyes look for mine among a bunch of others. Making that connection with you seems so natural. It seems impossible that you feel the same way too… and yet equally impossible that you don’t. I am lost in your smile, in…