Uneasy
(about a '71 350 honda CB )
Shuddering to push past the 55
Spitting hot oil between my thighs
The invisible walls of after-semis
hit like bricks of solid air
Bugs randomly strike like sniper fire
sting shattering wings and
feelers on the face shield
the narrow way shimmering
as a faded yellow line
into the grey-white road
to the blue-white sky
running on a motor hum
of the machine
always unreached , the horizon
the bike the road and I