Spin Cycle

spin cycle Y.Levenberg

Photo: Y. Levenberg

 

Making foam of sky

With kicking feet

And screeching mouths,

Must be the new spin

Of a hit thing

Going around.

 

 

For Kammie’s Odd Ball Challenge

 

 

Vintage Ride

vintage cuba atarakatz

Photo: Atara Katz

 

As you rumble along

Under skies

Blue like song,

Do you travel

Afar

To the past

In this car?

What new memories

You’d share

Of what’s found

Over there?

Do days gone

Still speed on

Scene by scene

Gray and green

By the glean

Of your machine?

 

 

For the Sunday Stills Challenge: Vintage

 

 

My Neighbor’s Bike

 

toddler s pink bike near wall

Photo by Afta Putta Gunawan on Pexels.com

 

My first bike

Was a neighbor’s bike.

“Too many hills,” my mom had said

As if topography in any way diminished

The accelerated thrill

Of legs off pedals

From the top of the rise

To our street.

There was no arguing

Or vowing to share and never fight.

We knew her words were code

For “we cannot afford.”

But my sister’s friend across the street

Did have a bike

And with it the absolute power to dispense

Rides, routes, direction, and duration.

There were no training wheels

To ease one in.

There was no question of admitting

Complete lack of experience

And risking an evaporated offer.

So it was guts and trepidation

A stranglehold on the handlebar

And the utter exhilaration

Of flying.

 

 

For Cee’s Share Your World Challenge