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May we bike a wide expanse of untidy sands,
of outliers and isles of desert brush.
May we ride and ride, our eyes primed
to an iota of wild, a mite of wine
among the tumbleweeds and idle browns:
a bind of thriving cacti. Divine!
May we smile and find a vital prize,
a sign in the uncivilized silence,
a blooming lighthouse, a riot of pink fire,
our desired life, our private tribe.
May we ride inspired while our kind expires.
May we rise above the spineless of these times.
Scott Wiggerman is the author of three books of poetry, Leaf and Beak: Sonnets, Presence, and Vegetables and Other Relationships; and the editor of several volumes, including Wingbeats: Exercises & Practice in Poetry, Lifting the Sky: Southwestern Haiku & Haiga, and Bearing the Mask. Recent poems have appeared in A Quiet Courage, Calamus Journal, Red Earth Review, Rat’s Ass Review, shuf, and Chelsea Station. He is an editor for Dos Gatos Press of Albuquerque, New Mexico.
