Comes a swarm
Of color on pavement,
Flowing, rolling blur
Repeating hopes, ambitions and dreams.
The hive sounds a buzz
Of calves and machines and gears
Moving almost as one.
It curves a corner,
Straddling first left
Then right,
Accelerating to the line
Of memory and desire.
Channeled forward
By barricades of applause,
Applause struck by wonder,
The rainbow streaks
To a cacophony
Of completion.
(Photograph: Tour de Missouri, Stage 1, St. Louis, Mo., Sept. 7, 2009)
I liked the poignancy of this phrase tucked in along the way...
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Of memory and desire"
Glynn - Felt like I was there. I especially liked the imagery of the hive sounds as buzz - like a swarm of insects moving as one around the corner.
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