At Least by being Late I Still got Some Exercise

What's more workout?     I'm wondering,
a wet morning     when my commute
diverges from usual     velocipedery:
bike a steady mile     doorstep to station,
or park the length     of a block-long lot away,
and run the rest     with backpack and raincoat?

Putting a Swing on a Tree for the Kids

Thirty throws,     as many misses,
slinging a swing-seat     up a sycamore.
It returns each time     with a tug on the rope,
landing lightly     on the lawn at my feet,
amusingly     like Mjöllnir.

When I Rode the Train from Atherton

My morning commute,     I remember seeing
a weeklong spectacle     when winter turned to spring:
The A.M. train     at Atherton,
(a garden station;     the gentry's stop)
blaring its horn,     blowing cherry blossoms
into a snowy flurry     of flower petals.