The arrival of spring is ever of note.
⁓The Voice before the Void
“Biking in the Spring”
Rolling out the wheels after a winter’s rest,
Inspecting all to make sure it is right.
Jumping on the seat,
Gripping the handlebars, testing the brakes.
I’m off, like a dragracer or derby horse just
Out of the gate.
The wind in my face, the fresh spring air
Through my lungs.
The sun on my back.
Speeding, swaying, swerving
Right into a puddle, and down.
Back on my bike,
Riding on into summer
Where there are no puddles.