A poem I wrote about a poetic moment for one of my classes.
I ride my bike home
after an early morning shift;
campus is still quiet,
as my bike clicks and creaks,
scaring the occasional rabbit away;
the sky is gradually lightening
from black
to navy
to a steel gray blue
that blankets the trees, paths,
buildings where people are just starting work -
the scent of baked goods and powder sugar
wafts out from the dining hall,
the garbage truck and delivery truck
rumble and beep in the distance;
the shadows of my bike
dance together
in the light of the streetlamps
as I continue to ride
to home
and a warm bed