Port To Port
We move with wheels that whip and whir
a human hive, spinning with a purpose
cohesive and connected, in one accord.
By the sweat of the brow, legs churning
we flow with the wind, with beating hearts
racing along roadways and up steep hills.
Now we are cascading downwards
with great abandon, locked in, hooked
hooked on the ride and to each other…
…as we race towards the setting sun.
2/6/2022
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2022
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