gary and brigitte's song
there is the sound
of your slick tires
as they kiss along the hardtop
a sound not unlike
the last few inches of wave
licking the beach
you are riding without destination
and that is always best
not caring where you end up
guarantees you don't get lost
you like the feel
of your legs working
the thick thigh muscles heating up
as your lungs suck in rushing air
it is not sex
but it is good none the less
the delicate magic of machinery
allows you to suspend time
gravity
and the other laws of nature
by giving you freedom
which all laws
are designed to prohibit
you change into a quicker gear
and leave this poem
behind
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