A View

	The day after, I didn’t bother taking a shower.
	Went on a long slow ride on my bike
	through deep woods
	until I reached the pine forest.
	Passed over brown needles
	and sink holes. Reached
	the narrow opening to the corn field.
	And leaned my bike against a tree 
	sitting down on the threshold. 
	Stared out at the cut stalks. The miles
	of columns under a calm sun.
	I thought about failure and about 
	my life for a while. Wondered if one day
	I could have failed at everything 
	and how things didn’t really matter 
	anymore. And that was it. 

	I climbed back onto my bike and left.
	Never thought about her and that night
	too much after that. Just continued
	living the way I always have.
	Not expecting anything.
	Pessimistic I know.
	But somehow finding a way
	to feel a little happy 
	and secure in that sense.

                 
   
 

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