One More Turn To Go

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The wind presses on my crash helmet,
cold seeping in through torn leather,
ice forming on fingers,
biking through all weathers.

One more turn to go,
till home.
So long ago the start,
from home.
One more turn to go,
till warm.
So many hours gone now,
since warm.

Like a wisp I pass on the road.
Dodge the cars in psycho mode.
Frozen engine, frozen tarmac.
Wishing away the thought of wreck.

One more turn to go,
till home.
So long ago the start,
from home.
One more turn to go,
on the run.
So many hours gone now,
since jumping the gun.

Drag a sodden boot on the kerb,
Swearing at the big rig with blue words,
sending sparks from metal on granite,
feeling just slightly manic.

One more turn to go,
till home,
pushing my broken body and ride home ….

D 2013

(Really missing my motorcycle today. I miss the freedom it gives me and being in that moving air, even if it is freezing. Though I promised not to get another one till my Daughter was a bit older I’ve just spent the morning looking at the classifieds. So shiny …)

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