I made a pome.

Sweat
Heat
Pain
The hot wind
Blowing against my face
Pumping hard
Pushing
the bike pedals
My neighborhood
The same
all
over
splashes of personality
cling to
the houses
paved roads
healthy trees
The sounds of
a party
Take the off road
The no outlet road
The stony road
Nearly deserted
An old man
Frail man
He pushes his walker
and I wonder-
He has a whole life
behind
those
wheels
All the pain
tears
joy
love
anger
roughness
from hewing out
from a small baby's mind
a human being.
A wife
kids
grandkids
accomplishments
a life
too full
to be contained
behind
those
wheels
I took the off road
The no outlet road
The stony road
Nearly deserted
A girl
walks by
walking a dog
as big as she is
blond ponytail
shorts
baggy shirt
For an odd reason
my mind screams
"california girl
but
she lives in Ohio."
I smile at her
but
the smile
is for the fluffy dog.
I took the off road
The no outlet road
The stony road
Nearly deserted
A boy
about my age
mows the lawn
his shirt and shorts
coordinate
Is he looking at me?
Why?
He's dark
lanky
I bike on.
I took the off road
The no outlet road
The stony road
Nearly deserted
I come full circle
to the end
of
the
road
Houses
slightly run down
I imagine
frightening men
drinking beer
who live
behind
those
old
windows
the forest
has
an
old
blue
sign
nailed to an outlying tree
nothing on it
just a blue canvas
infinite possibilities
in a can
of
paint
I'm not the kind of girl
who would trek
into
that
forest
rule-breaker
fearless
I'm just
me
Do I regret it?
No.
I turn back
onto
The nicely paved roads
and the houses
all the same
lucky
rich
but
not the kind of
old
sad
personality
I found
In my no outlet road.

Not my road, but sure purdy.