Untitled - June 29, 2002

Gathered
along the lower extents of
yielding streets is a buzzing sound.

Perfect rows of laughing
riders that indulge in the
innocence of the last minutes of
desperate preparation -- wiping down glistening
engines proudly.

Parallel travelers
arrive at the destination, filled with
remonstrations of
avid and fiercely visible joy,
donning (or shedding) their cloak of leather against
everything, and nothing at all.