But as an offering I give you a poem I wrote several years ago about riding. Enjoy.
Leaning Past Forty on Deadman’s Curve
On
the back of the bike,
we
give into gravity’s downward pull and
lean
into the curve,
pass
the warning signs then
fly
by the crooked wooden cross,
avert
our eyes –
give
the finger to death and
ride on –
Jeanice Eagan Davis © 2012
Jeanice Eagan Davis © 2012
