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Colin Goedecke

Colin Goedecke

Sea Cycle

 
A man rides his bicycle
on the sea.
Salt rubs the tires.
Sun reflects on the soles
of his shoes.
As he pedals
over starfish
and speckled crabs,
under seagulls
and threaded clouds,
past fishermen
and upright bathers ~
until the pier,
where he turns left
and follows the sun down
over the horizon.
 
 
 
Colin Goedecke
Forte dei Marmi
Italy
October 1997

#bicycle #italy #sea #seaside

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Maybe, like Marcel, Monsieur Proust, in Paris, it begins with a bite of a madeleine.
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It was a wet signature. Full of emotion. Full of eroticism. Still wet, with sweat
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