You,
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-
And out.
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
.