Gone Out Adventures

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!


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