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
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