On a summer evening, Escapology Options

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On a summer evening

You and I cycle,
often side by side,
but with motor wary ears,
and my traffic weary eyes,
I'd rather take the lead than worry.

As we leave that tarmacadam'd town,
turning down The Grand Canal line,
that ill-fitting haste drops away,
and you and I
in peace
arrive.

We do not set a marker to return,
no limits, or future goals of any kind;
like the lock-house, by sleepy Ballycommon,
or the topsy-turvy tub of that old barge.

We simply cycle on
and it seems together,
we shall never tire.

I'm hypnotized by a glimmer,
and by the water rippling,
along a boulevard of towering beauty,
beech, oak, birch, chestnut
and you
and I cycling,
for a while wondering,
if we shall return,
from our summer evening cycle.

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A summer evening cycle

With fly-weary wary eyes
we cycle, I in front of you
sometimes side by side we glide,
when traffic and level ground allow.
But only when we leave the tarmacadam'd town,
turning down The Grand Canal line,
does that pace and haste all drop away,
and you and I in peace arrive.
We do not set a marker to return,
nor further future goal of any kind.
Like the lock-house we pass by sleepy Ballycommon,
or the topsy-turvy tub of that old barge.
We simply cycle on and on together,
and it seems together we shall never tire.
Hypnotized by the glimmering,
and by the water rippling,
along this boulevard of towering beauty,
beech, oak, birch, chestnut and yew.
And you and I cycling,
and for a while wondering,
if we would ever return,
from our summer evening cycle.