Poems

 

spiders-in-my-soup

Thirteen

 

All chrome and shiny black enamel, with handbrakes and three speeds

Freedom from classroom tyranny, parental supervision and school bullies

At least for now…

Super heated air, cooled only by speed, rushes past, hair flying out behind

Muscles pumping, heart racing, fear nowhere in sight

At least for now…

Serenity, peace, excitement, joy! So many good feelings, almost overwhelming

Almost…

No destination, just going, riding, flying…

My black charger carrying me off to a better place

At least for now…

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