Awaiting Bikers
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Old bikers, standing around, talking about the
glorious past and revving up details to make
it sound more promising.
Cycles sitting in parking spaces, silent, alone,
reveling in their chrome and pipe stances,
awaiting the bikers who ride them into sunsets
of infinity.
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