FUTURE POEM
The Red Motorbike 1.
One day the red motorbike was just there.
I didn’t even know I wanted one. A man told me to take it for a spin, but to be careful as the gears can take some getting use to. Perhaps everyone, when approaching 60, is offered a motorbike.
The bike was cool. I wore my helmet everywhere, even when doing online banking. 2.
I’m in a large country town. It looks like Goulburn but it has another name I can’t remember. I’m with the kids and we are riding home with them perched on the back of the bike. We get lost leaving town and have to drive through a shopping mall and push the bike up some stairs.
© liveencounters.net POETRY & WRITING Volume Three November - December 2023 Celebrating 14th Anniversary
