A Motorcycle Speeds

it speeds its way up the hill
and down
the plain and then goes
on that narrow path
leading to the cliff
he does not know about this twist
of his journey
he falls and makes his last
breath
and there is no other way to capture
this tragedy
except through the words
of the story
or that poem that speaks of death
and resurrection
of twists
and the fall of no return

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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