unusually warm today
i have to open my window
driving on a highway
i see motorcycle cruising
slicing the afternoon air
with forceful freedom
that distinct sound of harley
reminds me of cycle rallies
when i was adoring fast speed
in western state, by the beach
a dream for kid growing up
is to have one in his garage
that still linger, i still get excited
seeing one pass by my window
i chase 'em with my adoring eyes
til it no longer visible, goodbye
i enjoy my ride made for dreamer
if i get so consume i won't tip over
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