Bike
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And in that summer we seemed infinite
Hair streaming behind us as we flew
Down the neverending driveway
Pebbles skidding out of the way
Of our whirling wheels
Shoelaces flapping against the spokes
Happy
Wanting to convey that taste of childhood...bliss,
Before it slips
Through
My hands gripping the bars-
Some people ride their bikes for fun, others in a race
Others, so that they can lose their friend around their waist
Many people own bicycles, all around the nation
I’m part of a group – The Midnight Bike Riders Trying to Fly.
We ride every night and whirl the wheels that move us
Until we envision the spokes spreading out into dainty wings.
Our heads bow low over the handlebars
