My Teacher

January 7, 2009
The bike was crimson and speeding
Making it more vital
I was screaming
I was a terrified human

He pushed the scarlet bike like a fighting orangutan
So that I would steer
I landed face flat on the black asphalt
The day was azure

The biking was an amazing memory
He said I was a baby
So I tried but it was harder than learning to read
Laughing and having a great time

Excited to be
With him and learning to ride
He was loving and trustful who taught me
How to ride a bike

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