The season leaves

This experimental MTB poetry was first posted Oct. 6, 2004, at the end of my last full-bore race season.

Read it at your own peril. I make no apologies!

Training since forever
Racing since April

Home from Mammoth
Collapse for a week

All I want
Is a ride

A ride with no timer
With no expectation

A few bro’s
And a new trail

Easy paths made hard
By exhaustion

Made easy
By freedom

Arcing through
the forest

Aspens changing
Leaves falling

A yellow and green

The motion
The scent

Guiding you
As course ribbons can’t

— Lee

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