Before my eyes
blacktopping lay
Along invites
the quickest route
Miles to go,
where friends await
I set upon the
two-lane way
Early morning
Styles daylong quiet;
Along the road
I get more gone
sleep’s warm blanket
vague, forgotten
Away, it’s here—
Blacktop sound
Two tires roll on
my pedals pump
under command
until frightened
when slowing van
gave chase four-wheeled
more powerful
motorized sound
Only weight of
my existence
could detain me—
new command: run!
Forget the bike
jump the fence, take
to the woods—they
lose interest. Phew!
Thanks for visiting today. It’s always appreciated.
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Hooray! Keep heading on down that road towards new adventures, I say! ^_^
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