my pony-tailed partner
post hiccup humorous
and piano fingers clamped atop
the bobble coiled motorcycle.
One lone pair on the Great Plains of the playground.
I ride side saddle for want of rear space.
A gust of chilled wind swoops down upon our charge
so we hunker down and huddle hard,
zoom through the tube, the tubulo
because there was Spanish-
M. Lynne Metz has lived in the Chicago area since 1987 and now resides in Maywood, Illinois with her husband and seven old daughter. She finds that writing poetry is exceptionally enjoyable. Her previous work has appeared in the Tipton Poetry Journal, Third Wednesday and Triton College’s Ariel .