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Ghost Ride

ghost ride

after the first scratches, dings dirt and rust when you can pedal hard, and at the last moment jump free kick your feet and let go into the lake off a bluff, over a riverbank down your street understand this: some day your bike will keep rolling 

[poem #21 for 2018 National Poetry Month By Don Rearden]

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