Puffs of dust exhale
from beneath my tires
as the rubber tread teeth
chew through the miles
of the dirt rock path
that skitters along
the edge of the
blue sky
blue mountain
blue water
bay
and the click of the chain
as I change gears
and the chirp of the birds
as they run on the shore
and the lap of the water
wind driven waves
and the clearing of your throat
as your face startles into focus
and I realize I haven't
heard a word you've been saying
because just now I was
a million miles away
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