Bicycle Ride
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©1995 Chris Abraham
Bicycle Ride
Rushing Wind:
In my hair
Through my shirt
On my face.
Tense legs and arms,
Vibrating,
Against the ground.
As I lean from
Left to Right
My world moves under
And around, too.
Lights fail to glow but
Blur
Streak
Shoot
Past my swiftness.
The speed becomes me,
I disappear.