650 twin

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Protestations

reach down beneath

     mustard yellow tank

to the stopcock there

     and opened the flow

 

to neutral shift

     open the clutch

lightly in leap up

     and kick down hard

 

blip the throttle

     till the engine settles

click into gear

     engage the clutch

 

open the throttle

     the engine roars

the bike leaps ahead

     and your smile spreads

 

in distance far

     they softly hear

a soft murmur

     growing near

 

a twisting road flows

     through growing trees

and rolling hills

     across the land

 

they can hear

     the engine fade

and roar again

     with each shifting gear

 

far away

     on the last curve

they now can see

     it growing near

 

bright sun glitters

     on highlighting chrome

in nest of tubes

     all black as night

 

the roaring gathers

     rushing near

as the rider

     races into view

 

tight black curls

     over short beard

in wind ripples

     flowing free

 

sleeveless vest

     and blue jeans

cowboy boots

     stained with oil

 

rushing by

     his hand rising

a salute made

     a fist in the air

 

the wind of passing

     blows across you

scent of engine

     and he heated oil

 

flying by

     you can see

on shoulders broad

     Triumph

 

racing away

     the roaring fades

the rider dwindles

     fading away

 

down the road

     into twisting turn

among the trees

     lost now from view

 

wind rushes freely

     blowing through the clothes

cooling the sweat

     from the sun beating down

 

shifting weight lightly

     throttle and brakes work

setting up the line

     for the next curve

 

aiming for nowhere

     no goal is insight

just a open road

     in afternoons light

 

 

 

    

    

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