a purple schwinn

white pink skechers follow brown-leather feet

padding down the stairs, nothing but fall leaves and

a generation between us

 

the older man glides the purple beauty into our front yard and

onto the sidewalk

gramps is a dedicated biker and will be years from now

polished aluminum gives way to the sun and

his eyes gleam along with it

 

he guides me down the pavement, conserving my speed with a trembling palm

on the handlebar

holds me tight and shows me how not to ride,

when to push through an upcoming hill and

when to brake

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