• Patrick Johnson

21: My Favorite Time to Ride a Bike as a Kid

before a storm

in the weight of summer

the winds would roll in

leaves showing

white bellies

like some beast


I'd peddle hard

pretend that

a force of nature

could match my speed

thinking that if I could

outrun the yellow

violent swollen


there wasn't

a goddamn thing

that would ever

touch me again

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