Riding
A bicycle
For the first
Time on a
Rocky,
Oil-stained
Street In
Solitude,
I put my feet
On the
Pedals
And
My body knew
What to Do
Instinctively. My legs
Pushed the
Pedals one at
A time. Down and up and
up and down.
Before I knew it I was
riding down the rocky road faster
And faster and then I was
released into the wild streets, left to ride
Under the cool green canopy
Of the neighborhood
Trees.