My bike's in a good mood, happily taking me
piggyback down the two-track. Chipmunks,
squirrels, even birds watch me from their bleachers
of branches. It's been an hour, "Final ride," still my
only thought. Time to come home. Blue sky spells
"BEAUTIFUL," pushing me into third. I fastforward,
trees rewind backwards. Breath of wind is freedom
to my ears. "Wait! Cable's in front of me!" Handlebars
pitch me off, cable hits my arm. Crazy summersault
twists us three directions. Ground angrily chewing us
with teeth as hard as rocks. Old engine slowly dying,
coughing a weak "Put put."
Ty Johnson