Mar 2018
white pink skechers follow brown-leather feet
padding down the stairs, nothing but fall leaves and
a generation between us
the older man glides the purple beauty into our front yard and
onto the sidewalk
gramps is a dedicated biker and will be years from now
polished aluminum gives way to the sun and
his eyes gleam along with it
he guides me down the pavement, conserving my speed with a trembling palm
on the handlebar
holds me tight and shows me how not to ride,
when to push through an upcoming hill and
when to brake
--
c
padding down the stairs, nothing but fall leaves and
a generation between us
the older man glides the purple beauty into our front yard and
onto the sidewalk
gramps is a dedicated biker and will be years from now
polished aluminum gives way to the sun and
his eyes gleam along with it
he guides me down the pavement, conserving my speed with a trembling palm
on the handlebar
holds me tight and shows me how not to ride,
when to push through an upcoming hill and
when to brake
--
c
Wrote this about 7 years ago. Grew up with my grandparents, and my grandpa used to live on his bike. Naturally, he taught me how to ride. He's been teaching me to ride till this day.
(26/F/Chicago)
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