I pull out of the driveway
balancing a windshield, rust-pocked fender, and 322 lbs of me and my Honda 90
without toppling over
check the rearview mirror
for cars, ignore the weight
of the mailbox collecting unpaid bills,
accelerate past a billboard
advertising life insurance.
Straddling the motorcycle,
I ride bareback, trailing smoke
over dotted white lines,
buzzing past traffic’s static
(the whoosh of wave after wave
of commuters vying for promotions, or their kid’s next soccer game win).
My ears grasp for freedom
in the roar of my engine
and the spray of stray gravel
flicking against hubcaps
On the side of the road,
through the gap
between my handlebars,
three worn-out bikes pause,
lean against men
with white beards and stained t-shirts sharing something or other out of a plastic Big Gulp cup
when they look up, their eyes
drink in a tear-shaped sparrow
she ruffles her wings into fans
catches wind between her feathers,
flies
the breeze flutters
around an azure truck
and the powder blue fringes
of my cut-off jeans
At the stop sign, I pause,
inhale milk weeds twitching
with sunlight,
butterflies dancing
through rose mallow blooms
in the field where flowers
never go naked
Where flowers never go naked…sweet
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Dangerously pretty and vulnerable. ❤
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:)… hi Jack … thanks
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