I took the part with ease –
dark glasses, helmet, jacket,
swinging my leg over the bike
fearless, comfortable
leaning into the curves
with a subtle instinct,
as the driver said,
“Short ride or long?”
and I said, “Keep going.”
On a perfect summer evening,
a tinge of green coolness in the air
the road smooth and open
as youth, as all the songs
without words,
only the rumble of engine,
motion of speed and turn,
past forgotten fields
in the low, slanting sun.
© by Liz Rhodebeck.
Used with the author’s permission.
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