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Saturday |
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saw a bikelane was in madison, WI in 1988 it seemed a little strange but also so great i was visiting a college friend in summer session for a few days on hot nights we borrowed bikes and rode vacant lanes to the lake i'd been braving traffic on 2 wheels since i was 5 but this was the first time i got a sense bikes belonged in the city and that a city could belong to bikes all it took to open my eyes was a line of paint defining a strip four feet wide |
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this was
written for a Madison recipient as part of Paul Nelson's Poetry Postcard Fest. pictured is New York, along the Hudson, 1997, but the feeling i get seeing bikes stays the same: hope! |