Riding My Bicycle, In the Rain

Riding My Bicycle, In the Rain

 
Bright and beautiful, with a helmet,
A sturdy, super-sized coursed brunette.
 
A wheel spins silently, alone at night;
Corralled with charisma, forceful delight.
 
I spent a day riding my bicycle, in the rain;
Concerned with nothing, a crew’s boatswain.
 
Splashing and laughing, on a road nowhere,
Tightly wound, with noodles for hair.
 
Nothing is more complex than confusion;
Forcing trampolines in time, an illusion,
 


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