I find freedom on a bike. While climbing up the hill, or screaming down it, chained to gravity, I feel liberated like a raindrop being pulled down to earth, yet swaying to its own drumbeat. On a bike, I am a blank whiteboard being scribbled with blue and red and orange and green. On … Continue reading On a bike
For the prompt: Write a poem that includes these words: teacher, spaceship, cycle, napkin, red.