BE CAREFUL WITH THAT ITS VINTAGE

SITTING ATOP
MY 1977 PUCH
MAXI.
I CAN'T HELP
BUT
LET THE WINDING
ROAD TAKE ME.
CRUISING AT A COOL TWENTY-SIX
MILES PER HOUR.
WITH
NO HAT FOR MY HEAD
THE WIND
TOUSLES
TUMBLES
AND ROLLS MY HAIR IN
EVERY DIRECTION.
KNOWING A STRUGGLE WILL ENSUE
BETWEEN
MY FINGERS AND EACH STRAND OF
MY LOCKS
I RIDE
ONWARD.