softening the distant rumble of
streaking red and white lights
behind muted headphones.
he escapes to a place all to himself.
free to cross over empty streets, and
pedal backwards, endlessly, to regretted decisions.
free to release blistered handlebars, and
relive the memories written on eye lids,
without consequences.
as he leans into smooth asphalt curves
and disappears into familiar
darkness. leaving it all
behind balding tires.