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Put the headset on

     adjust the boom mic

launch the software

     in the manuscript write

outside of my room

     lit with artificial lights

cold black night sky

     over empty city now

seeking words hard

     filled with many nouns

defining images sharp

     that I would rather not write

motorcycles once owned

my first was small and red

     oil mixed in gasoline

would only go thirty-five

     took a long time

in college long ago

     in winter of bitter cold

long walks or frozen rides

     where ever I would go

much faster I would ride

     on triumph somewhat old

a six fifty vertical twin

     knobby tires wide

gas tank of mustard yellow

     a bag rack of shining chrome

straight black tubing

     with sharp bends

a chain that stretched

     soaked in oil

at certain speeds it ran rough

setting timing switches hard

feeler gauges thin and straight

     to set gaps just so right

timing was set by

     turning mounting plate

under plate of chrome

     held with steel screws two

a shafted triple next came

     of bright blue and shining chrome

with fairing so very wide

     and tall windshield

and a cargo trunk

     on the rear

of bright white

     and somewhat small

a nice seat

     room for two

comfortable for

     very long rides

times did change as always do

     two wheels then became four

and room to carry           

     many more

looking out at cloudy sky

     troubled by what once

I did ride