about 4 in the morning
dark with a hint on the horizon
leaving you sleeping
I came flying off the hogs back
that long sweeping curve
kept getting tighter tighter
leaning my beemer r100r lower
lower still lower still
& I could see the grass close
feel tall weeds whipping my head
& everything slowed
the moment stretched out the seconds
I wanted to reach out feel the green
my body taught holding the lean
then bam!
sliding out on the highway
having to lift
shift gears
crank upright
speedo reading 65mph
as the laughter came
the love of being alive
with nobody to tell
but the wind