Monday, December 14, 2009

The Ride Home

She planned a different life
She wanted peace
—a smooth ride

uncertainty breaks her brain
whenever is never an answer
—it is all she has

she pedals fast pushes
past green lights
stops at red……….waits

calf and thigh stretched
strong, hard, lean
cross-streets wiz by
—zoom, zip by on hot black tar

she thinks and her muscles ripple
strength strains to spin the wheels
it is all she has

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