Green Machines

Green Machines

We gathered here on March fifteen, Dark, early, foregoing sunscreen. Some dressed like artic wolverine Outfitted in shades between Evergreen and lime jelly bean. The Tribe ready for unforeseen Obstacles of which they’d be keen To proceed in some (un)routine Cartwheeling, army-crawlin’

moist mushy mush pot

moist mushy mush pot

We showed up in the quiet before sunrise to cruise a lap — or, for speedsters, laps — around the dark, glassy lake with high expectations for another breathtaking Wednesday morning. Upon finishing our conversational jog with those conscious enough to talk before coffee,