650 Twin Poem by William Kofoed

650 Twin

reach down beneath
mustard yellow tank
to the stopcock there
and opened the flow

to neutral shift
open the clutch
lightly in leap up
and kick down hard

blip the throttle
till the engine settles
click into gear
engage the clutch

open the throttle
the engine roars
the bike leaps ahead
and your smile spreads

in distance far
they softly hear
a soft murmur
growing near

a twisting road flows
through growing trees
and rolling hills
across the land

they can hear
the engine fade
and roar again
with each shifting gear

far away
on the last curve
they now can see
it growing near

bright sun glitters
on highlighting chrome
in nest of tubes
all black as night

the roaring gathers
rushing near
as the rider
races into view

tight black curls
over short beard
in wind ripples
flowing free

sleeveless vest
and blue jeans
cowboy boots
stained with oil

rushing by
his hand rising
a salute made
a fist in the air

the wind of passing
blows across you
scent of engine
and he heated oil

flying by
you can see
on shoulders broad
Triumph

racing away
the roaring fades
the rider dwindles
fading away

down the road
into twisting turn
among the trees
lost now from view

wind rushes freely
blowing through the clothes
cooling the sweat
from the sun beating down

shifting weight lightly
throttle and brakes work
setting up the line
for the next curve

aiming for nowhere
no goal is insight
just a open road
in afternoons light




Saturday, December 28, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Spock The Vegan 28 December 2019

Oh man! Makes we want to buy a motorcycle again.

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