My Motorcycle

By Fred Peye

A motor nestled

Between two wheels

Rumble and roar of

The twin cylinders

Knees pressed tightly

Against fuel tank

Leaning into the turns

Like a drunken sailor

My salvation

My shrink

My doctor

My platonic lover

Keeping me

Happy

Sane

In shape

Connected to

Another reality

Maybe even a

Parallel universe

Gloriously free

Without restraint

Wind in my hair

Smile on my face

Living life how it is meant to be lived

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