Yellow Harley

Swing your legs over
and strap yourself in,
baby. This yellow bike
is polished like a diamond,
hand-detailed, and powerful
enough to zip along at
a clip you have never
experienced. It’s tough
that they suspended you,
but hey, those pleated
school uniforms? Not cool.
You’re seventeen now.
There’s a party at a park
near a waterfall. My old unit
is getting together–no barriers,
no rules. Come on, girl,
would I steer you wrong?

Written for: #155
words: strap, swing, diamond, waterfall, barrier, pleat, detail, power, tough, zip, unit, suspend

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to Yellow Harley

  1. Scott says:

    I like your poetry very much.


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