Freedom

He gave me the gift of freedom

and I ride that thing

like a rental horse

flying back to the stable.

I’m wild, but not reckless,

for I value the time I have left

in this body

on this pretty blue planet.

The smell of orange blossoms

is heavy in the air.

I breathe it all in

as if it were a drug.

And I’m gone,

baby, gone,

Like Tina Turner left Ike.

I think it’s time to admit

I’m deeply in love with my bike.