A Biker's Poem
A Biker's Poem By Larry Golicz 2004 Brake lights finding darkness still, A biker roams beyond the hill. Etched against the setting sun, He finds the turn and leans for fun. A windward rush, a hardened heal, Legs wrapped around a frame of steel, Gliding light, with a gleam of chrome, He presses on... Sign in to see full entry.