if something requiring muscle memory
is like riding a bike
i unwillingly waited to fourteen
to learn balance on a ten-speed
then i fell instantly in
scabby-elbowed bloody-kneed love
peddling up hill after hill
muscle power transfigured to joy
inviting nighttime charley-horses
or a smiling fool sweating rocketing
down a steep sleeping street
most hair-wild summer days lost
taking turns to new places
as my whole hometown unrolled
so what is it again that’s so like
riding a bike
sounds like the time of my life
if i remember right
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