Riding By the Shore

While I go on pedaling,
riding by the shore,

The sun sets behind the horizon afar on my back.
My thin, long, scarlet shadow runs beside me.

I will just go on pedaling,
riding by the shore.

A breeze from mountains flies a feather in spiral.
The feather lands on water to be cradled in its ripples.

I must keep on pedaling,
riding by the shore.

The lips feel too cold from the salty air to purse.
The tongue's stuck behind the teeth in the mouth that's awry.

I might let go pedaling,
riding by the shore.

Know that I am pedaling,
riding by the shore.

Catch me stop pedaling
off the bike on the bank.