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is a rattlesnake journey, I undertake in the hundred-degree.</p><p id="9bdc">I breeze past the cooing songs of doves, the gravel roads of dirty lives, past towering anthills the size of pyramids where pharaohs were buried alive.</p><p id="3144">This is how I ride under the blue skies with an Apple Watch on my wrist and the sound of a Beatles playlist. I ride past golfers flexing their hips, fast-peddling around fallen palm leaves until I break the ribbon at the finish line.</p><p id="303a">© 2021 <a href="undefined">Mark Tulin</a></p><p id="1149">Here’s another poem by Mark Tulin:</p><div id="1fc3" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/light-and-dark-then-and-now-277adf1ad0a3"> <div> <div> <h2>Light and Dark — Then and Now</h2> <div><h3>And the wisdom of the crow</h3></div>

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NATURE POETRY

Biking Through Hot Sands

While befriending my surroundings

Photo by Mark Tulin

Along the Palm Springs bike path, I trek through arid land, wealth and modernity — hummingbirds like butterflies dancing before my eyes, parting like the Red Sea.

A coyote, Wile E. stares for a moment before scampering into the shrubs and leaving his mark on a yucca tree.

Clusters of gray rabbits, scampering in sweet innocence, not to be eaten for a stew or the luck of a rabbit’s foot.

It is a biker's paradise, I see in this ocean of desert heat, the sea of dusty winds. It is a rattlesnake journey, I undertake in the hundred-degree.

I breeze past the cooing songs of doves, the gravel roads of dirty lives, past towering anthills the size of pyramids where pharaohs were buried alive.

This is how I ride under the blue skies with an Apple Watch on my wrist and the sound of a Beatles playlist. I ride past golfers flexing their hips, fast-peddling around fallen palm leaves until I break the ribbon at the finish line.

© 2021 Mark Tulin

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