There is a place that I often
go on my bike when I need
beauty
or when I don't.
I am always
surprised.
my expectations are always
exceeded.
even my colorful mind,
which always
imagines things being better than they really are,
cannot contrive a place this magical.

It isn't the way the sun
shines on the trees in the valley
nor the color of the mountain wreath
surrounding me
it isn't even the beauty
itself,
I don't know what makes this beauty so beautiful
perhaps that
is it.

Brianna.
She saw this place.
maybe she lived there, now that I think about it.
because I know I heard her sing about it in
every note.
and I always
wondered.
How can a song be so beautiful that it forbids
jealousy
so beautiful that it's conquered even that.
And Robin. In her red dress
every Sunday.
Tender heart filled with love. Always
good.
Kevin. The stories they tell.
That beauty- it's
always.


I do not understand.
I do not
understand. Zdravko. Always
tender.
we were a good team,
weren't we.
I think we won. but maybe we lost
it isn't so important.
in fact, it doesn't matter at all. 

I do not
understand.
Didn't you ever take that path there?
where I go on my bike
when I need
beauty
or when I don't.

even my colorful mind,
which always
imagines things being better than they really are,
cannot contrive a place this magical.

I don't know what makes this place so beautiful.
but just knowing that it is
is enough