Saturday, July 25, 2020

The Slab

My dad likes to say
"any day on a motorcycle
is a good day"
and he's not wrong
gliding across farmland
floating along rivers
soaring over hills
it's like flying, freedom
unfettered
in the present
passing through each moment
to the next
only yourself
traversing the impassive road
but it's not always easy
at 90° the engine never cools
the concrete bakes
warm waves roil and crash
and the only thing that keeps
heat exhaustion at bay
is the wind at speed
we did not so much ride as flee
even so, it was a good day
because even hot and near sick
there is nothing like feeling free.

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