THE PETALS EDGE (poetryrepairshop 99.10:117) |
| I am not thinking now. (Invincibility does not ponder. ) Not at all concentrating upon the whirr and hum of wheels on road; I do not allow the cloying heat to seep into my pores- my self-made breezes ward it away as I whirr-hum along the sidewalk. I am impervious to my surroundings - - - Too sharp of a turn ! Now Falling - Now teetering - Now sliding, and my breezes are ragged against adrenaline slicked shoulders and I... am gleeful. Joyous in my plight. Gravel crunching, the hissing lisp of wheel upon concrete. I'm now more than friends with the serration of the pedal's edge. Giddily, pain makes screamy love to my nerves. ...This bicycle is heavy. Tears prick my eyes... have I forgotten yesterday's lessons so quickly? My knee remembers. But. But- I defy it all. I am invincible. The elderly couple hobbles, quickly now, and well meant concern is voiced in paternal tones. They lifted the bike from a mangled, sobbing kneecap while I - I laughed hysterically.
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