Brian and I rode down from the Kangamangus Highway
Fearless, self-confident and finally soaked
The thunderstorm overtaking us as we rode in the wake of a tracker trailer
My gearshift broken and Brian with only half a tent
We seek dry shelter by the roadside.
Today, I skirt billowing cumulonimbus in Monterey
Sedate, the Berkshires roll gently on through Tyringham
I pass telephone poles festooned with U.S. flags
Among these verdant hills.
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