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| SchottNYC.com photo |
He sold his last motorcycle
after a spill,
a concession to age
and to circumstance,
but he kept the jacket.
He thought he could
defeat time, and desire,
and the need to be loved
if he just geared down,
but the weather clears,
and the sun warms his back,
and he feels it again,
the wild urge of speed,
of freedom, of living,
and, oh, to go down swinging.
