Colorado Springs
How can this be?
Five in the morning and
The highway is crowded.
Where are all these people going so early?
I wanted to be the only one,
Cocooned in silence and serenity,
Leaving to go to my new life.
Here a motorcycle
Dances the hula,
Weaving,
Squeezing between slow cars,
Trusting no one will put on the brakes,
Or fail to.
He enters unabashedly
From the on ramp
To drink in the breath
Of steel elephants,
Flitting from the slaps
Like a mosquito,
Untouchable.
