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Biker's High
Mary Buchel


My bike is tuned,
both tires are plump.
I hop aboard,
and shout, ďletís go!Ē

Fresh morning air
moves over me,
promising warmth
as sun ascends.

Cold muscles warm
while miles go by.
The cadence stirs
my laggard soul.

I own this road.
I conquer miles.
The nodding trees
bow down to me.

I reach my stride.
Wheels hum, then sing.
Words canít describe
a bikerís high.

Back home with friends
we share a meal,
talk parts and gears,
and feel pure joy.

© by Mary Buchel.
Used with the authorís permission.

Mary Buchel is retired from a career in organizational and management development. She enrolled in a university theater and acting BFA program, and has now appeared in more than a dozen local productions. Favorite roles are Daisy inDriving Miss Daisyand Bessie inFrom Door to Door. Mary writes plays, poetry, and short stories at her home near Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

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michael escoubas:
Thank you for the early morning bike ride, Mary. Well done--I think I was with you on a double-seater!
Posted 09/06/2019 07:50 AM

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