© 2021 Manfred Vijars

The rider burst on to the open road
and into the lifting mist;
But settled soon to the piston’s pull
with a twist of the resolute wrist,

Leaned into each curve with the ease of silk
as it slides across a board;
The engine erupts with a mighty roar
releasing the devil’s hoard.

The motor’s wrath leaves in its wake
a streak of glistening chrome.
And the rider, glued to the tank stayed crouched
till finally arriving home.