Riding Again
A young mind is set on her.
Do minds age like brains?
I remember
the memory has set like concrete.
She had a flat in Pamlico,
I had a bike - a Triumph T120
why should the bike type matter?
I was longitudinally mobile
inflamed
by the trip we were sharing.
Love is a drug right?
Today she arrives again
but she is getting off that throbbing bike
so her arrival is a leaving.
I check my thoughts
they are like boot prints
in a still drying concrete
and not set at all.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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