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Motorcycle Ride

October 31, 2017

You’re ready for the trick-or-treaters, right? Candy at the ready and ghosts flying in the breeze on the porch? It’s time to unwind and take a motorcycle ride. By the time you read to the end, I think you’ll agree it felt like you were on your cycle. I miss riding with my husband. I know he’s relieved because I made taking bends a challenge for him! ~ Connie

This poem is by Bonnie Marshall.

He leans his motorcycle
through cooling drifts of fog
where mountain ridges
stretch purple navy gray
beneath a growing brightness
of hazy blue horizon.

Forest breaks of sunlight
steam black pavement
as snarling thrums
of the cycle’s motor
reverberate…jagged…
off rough layered cliffs
of Appalachian rock.

Then with his ascension
to crests…a narrow ridge…
cliffs and forest slip away
as…frameless…
he blends to integration
of space and speed and presence…
immediate perception
of his otherness.

From → Everyday Life

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