I dust the feathers
From the wilderness
Of your ceaseless ablations.
The scent of hyacinths
Overlapping the scent of frost.
Wax wings coagulating
Inside the brittle pretense… 96 more words
Join us as we participate in one of the most popular alley cats in the country, and discover not only a very welcoming bike community, but drink plenty of beer, laugh, ride our bikes long distances, and meet new friends in one of the coldest months of the year. Seriously, it was cold.