Not a bike to boast about, it had one speed: forward.
To stop I back-peddled. But hey! it was a bike,
no one was looking, and every downhill minute was wonderful.
RIDING A BIKE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FORTY YEARS
jacket-wings flying
upheld by pedaling feet 
I am a bird
a victorious Icarus
feathers metal-held
spokes blurring
I soar over the cliff top
on a golden chariot
drawn by four beasts
bear, lynx, coyote, eagle
reins lengthen along their backs
through a breath of cloud
beyond the turning-circle of planets
and I am gone
gone to Never-Never-Land
pirates vanquished
lost childhood found
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Poem-of-the-Month in Long Story Short September 2009
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About Joanna M. Weston
Born in England, she is now living in Shawnigan Lake, BC. She is married to Robert, an accountant, and they have three sons,
Andrew
Jon
Mark
... and two cats, Alice and Chaucer.
Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
Clarity House Press has published several of her chapbooks including:
Berry and the Birthday Band (2010)
One of These Little Ones (1987) – out of print
Cuernavaca Diary (1990) – out of print
Seasons (1993) – out of print
Watch-night (2005) – out of print
wow this impressive is it like a real story or fiction ….
Glad you like it, it is absolutely true!