Write Wild
Sometimes you’ve gotta
just jump on
kick it over
and ride.
Wind in the face
Yellow line on black asphalt
Pounding roar
A smell of engine.
Writing the leather and skulls
Writing the freedom and power
The engine revving in the breast bone
The nose flares in open air.
Born to be Wild
Easy Rider
Live to Ride, Ride to Live
Wanted Dead or Alive
Dangerous
to live,
to write,
to feel.
Black leather riders
come to a stop
light goes green
a murder of crows
flies.
The mind seeks this rhythm
Drumbeat in the soul
Risk of life and limb
Tears of living at corners of the eye.
Live to write, Write to live
Your freedom will frighten
Your danger is felt
Different rules
Different loves
Different goals
New adventures
Thank you for reading!
Dana Sanford ~ 1/24/2019
