UNDER THE OVERPASS

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This is NOT the EYE OF A FLY

(It is left head lamp of my bike)  

BIKER TRIP-TIP

awareness is the key

to remain alive

on US ninety-five.

life depends totally

on what I blindly see

(is that rig only one...or three?)

on super-drive ninety-five

riding north, who knows to where

or for that matter--even care?

horizon ahead dark...darkened sky,

storm a'coming on twin-ribbed 95

favorite overpass remembered, where

bike and I had in another year

been sheltered--in five more miles

and there alone, happy, dry...sit I

on route 95

 as bridge-shaking violent deluge

breaks loose (and long before it subsides) 

bikers arrive, strangers, now friends--

all generous with stories of their rides,

also freely giving of themselves--(grin!)

passing around bottles and tokes

like santa's little red-uniformed elves.

party time! well, me sober, and

still-hot Starbuck in hand,

I drink it black from vacuum--

it's all I ask, these moments of peace,

knowing all is well in biker land.

while storm ends amid happy cheers,

listen! on high bridge overhead

hundreds trucks squishing gears

rubber on wet pave, speed-ing

thunder no more

under cloudless sky

on U.S. ninety-five

as eighteen-wheelers 

roar and roll on by

biker be'ware, 

or be not alive.

safely drive 

 Interstate-95

--steveroni

AWARE and BEWARE

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