Biking Taitung and Beyond

Waves crash the shore at every bikeway spur
fisherman wondering if they'll catch more
surprises to the menu 
like paths of Taitung that lead around the city 
might catch something unexpected
on abandoned railroad lines that cross downtown streets 
as we cycle discovering what is pretty
with no destination out of reach, locally 
we move on byways and paths and dream 
of overseas rides into black forests and Amsterdam streets 
Moroccan tundras American Appalachian trails 
British Wessex Hardy excursions 
and Paris Versailles in the French Countryside 
riding discovering like climbing peaks 
for no other reason than that they're there 
so we go and watch the trees bending 
saying hello on paths on Taitung city roads
And when we return to home 
body studying languages, expanding horizons,
Dutch and Mandarin, English and French 
on a desk in a study or living room
on the internet with friends 
oh the daily life of simple people living and loving
without greed or contempt 
is the life I choose to follow my days
till the road no longer for my legs can bend
And when I don't have its secrets revealed i
enough to feel we've lived sometime to quantify
on our journey through Taroko Gorge
ride the marble canyons, crystal caves of cross-island highway 
Byways and mountains to carry us forward and upward
And so on to Hualien we go to see other angles 
off Taiwan's Eastern shore 
discovering more as we move along uncoverlngly,
always loverly

March 13, 2021

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