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About This Poem
My First Bike - To Joann
Inspired by Joann Grisetti drawing
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Riding fast on its smooth seat... up and down independently... irresponsibly...
freewheeling around the afternoons, cruising the wind to climb the joy
At the hour of the siesta: my bike, the sun, the wind, and me...
"all for one, one for all"...How far away are those days?
Where is the wind? Where is the sun?
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