bike ride
Air tore by my ears and burned
For my bike had become a tribute to zephyr
Speed building on speed
The all but silent world of acceleration
Heart, bike and balance almost tranquil
As the slope down began to bend
My body adjusting as the concrete turn
Bite into the tires
We glide out, legs pumping
Turning my eyes up
I see the end of road
A gate, a beach, an ocean
I stop peddling and glide
The sea air whips as I slow
Breathing hard,
I'm happy