I never quite know when my daily poetry-reading practice and my work in transportation will overlap. They do more often than you might think, as with this poem by Maya Stein, "The Sting."
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for you, a little poetry

A Maya Stein poem for #VerseThursday: "trust me, I don't know what I'm doing". It isn't a poem "about" bicycling but there's a line in it that I loved (of course):
"I know that riding a bicycle makes me braver
than yesterday"

https://mayastein.com/poetry/2023/8/7/july-25-2023

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July 25, 2023 — Maya Stein

trust me, I don’t know what I’m doing but I know where the broom is, and the hammer, and the number to call if things get bad. I know who my friends are, and how when I put the kettle on, something settles inside. I know how jubilant I get at the sight of the first tomatoes, and how certain sunscr

Maya Stein