Elms, Exalted (Day 40)

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Elms, Exalted

Pedaling, sweating,

coasting, fingers 

merely resting 

on handlebars, 

she turns right, 

lured by birdsong 

Tilting, gazing upward 

into a vaulted nave 

of elms, exalted by the

   ease of flight, 

   reserved, rambling homes, 

   sparks of sun glancing 

        off fluttering leaves, 

And, not least, by 

plunging into 

a pool of dreams

she knows only as 

freedom and 

  surrender.

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six