I Rode a Motorcycle Today, and I was Reborn

My cousin April let me take her motorcycle for a couple hour test ride today as an experiment to see if my spinal deformities would allow me such an endeavor. The occasion seems to call for a poem.


I think this might come out as some sort of fairy-tale mixed with "The Charge of the Light Brigade" by Tennyson. My point is, it might get crazy. Maybe there will be a little influence from the song "American Pie". Alright, I have no idea what's going to happen.

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Through the woods and across the township line,
toward grandmother's house he rolled,
past a humble abode,
rode the one-hundred less than one-hundred and one.

North by west,
across the flowing waters and above the single person ships,
past the tree unsold,
rode the one-hundred less than one-hundred and one.

By the graves of the dead,
and the graves of the dying,
and the graves of the living,
rode the one-hundred less than one-hundred and one.

To the water's edge,
southward diversion,
along the vibrant shore,
rode the one-hundred less than one-hundred and one.

Water rising,
cloud descending,
through the mist,
rode the one-hundred less than one-hundred and one.

Free of life,
free in air,
freed hair,
rode the one-hundred less than one-hundred and one.

Sun arisen and declared,
rays descended and struck bare,
into the distance,
rode the one-hundred less than one-hundred and one.

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Lol, that was a funny little adventure in itself.

We will see how my spine feels over the next 24 hours and then draw conclusions from that. Ideally, I would feel almost nothing, but I dare not to hope for such an end. If, however, that unlikely outcome were to prevail, I just might hope for a cross country ride at some unknown point in the future.

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