On A Plumed Motorcycle Rider Poem by Bill Grace

On A Plumed Motorcycle Rider

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The kid with the red Roman centurion plume on his helmet
Delights with the novelty of his whizzing by
And makes me question what he knows
Of the dangers posed by mixing loose gravel and speed,
To imitate the scions of old empire is his need,
I wonder if he knows more than an empire can also fall.

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