It Kicks A Little
My gaze was born the moment my body left the bike and ripped into the sky, bike singing on its way down into the valley and lost in smoke from the fires below. This felt like home at last, for change is the body of our true mother. I curled into a ball and punched a hole through the hour, exposing this long shadow to new colors. The heat from the valley of fire sent up a contented sigh as I passed through.
