the girl on the bike
considering the prompts of being someone else and being yourself, although probably not in the way they were intended.
in the red sweater
her hair pulled out of her face
the unruly bits escaping
to run amuck
her skirt flapping
somehow never quite caught
in spokes or brakes
at least not today
the wind snaps
holds a bit of warm
but blows down the street
the first of the leaves
to fall
the kids in the movies
ride their bikes like this
on the way home from school
this girl was never
one of those kids
she walked, never flying
down the street on 2 wheels
frightened of losing balance
and falling on hard concrete
it happened
eventually
the flying and the falling both
she wasn’t a kid
but floating through
a fall breeze
she might pretend
[sort of in response to poetry thursday prompts]
This poem also tell your story. From youth to womanhood and back? Once again a wfiff of something, reminding me of city strees and a young girl trying to navigate her life/ Lovely