Bone and Metal Ballet

In top gear the rider skims
along the line of parked cars
torso egg-compact
legs thrusting like heart compressions
tires sizzling on smooth asphalt.

Ahead, in the driver’s seat,
this one reaches for something
on the passenger side
and simultaneously swings
the door out into the street.

Only in slow motion is this graceful:
reflexes instant, the rider
veers left and arcs parabolical
off the door as the bicycle
crams into the apex of the metal V.

The rider spins sideways
onto the pavement
to be rolled over
and dragged
by a following sedan.

The concluding hysteria
of adrenaline-hyped witnesses
lifting the hulkish metal
off the shattered rider
and dragging her
broken body out
was not a good start to
the rest of their lives.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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