Riding her electric bike
in Siberian winter wind
delivering food to Apt. 309
graceful tall and gentle
she dreams of a red Ducati
(bitter brings you nothing)
leaning low on the curves
black suit gleaming helmet
burning high to the crest of hills
perfect weightless moment
sometimes she even races.
nice work!
ReplyDeleteThanks. :)
DeleteLove the imagery, atmosphere, use of colours - and the 'perfect weightless moment' - it's a perfect weightless poem too :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, dear Kristen. :)
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