Coming at us fast

around a blind bend
on a narrow mountain road
a local teen
on a child's motorcycle
topless
helmet-less
tab-end in his gob
sporting an almost moustache
(think threadbare Errol Flynn)
doesn't miss a beat
jinks around us and is gone
beyond a cloud of dust
trailing blue smoke

Published by colinhopkirk

Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.

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