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+Maybe Alone On My Bike
+by William Stafford
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+I listen, and the mountain lakes
+  hear snowflakes come on those winter wings
+  only the owls are awake to see,
+their radar gaze and furred ears
+alert. In that stillness a meaning shakes;
+
+And I have thought (maybe alone
+   on my bike, quaintly on a cold
+   evening pedaling home), Think!--
+the splendor of our life, its current unknown
+as those mountains, the scene no one sees.
+
+O citizens of our great amnesty:
+  we might have died. We live. Marvels
+  coast by, great veers and swoops of air
+so bright the lamps waver in tears,
+and I hear in the chain a chuckle I like to hear.