freeway traffic noise
a broken metronome
constant
but erratic
unpredictable
ever-changing
enduring
streetlamp glow
on river water
rippling
glimmering like jewels
bikes
like stallions
at the fence
and friends
standing
like centurions
on a ridge
bivouac camaraderie
without the fires
or
the threat of war
only red
blinking
tail lights
like fireflies
in the dark
tales are told
of adventures
and mishaps
and laughter rings out
libations are drunk
and spilled
in the spirit
of friendship
ten minutes!
the laughter
conversation
and tall tales
pay it no mind
five minutes!
maybe now
some recognition
but
not to worry
five minutes
is a very
very
long time
an eternity
a blink of an eye
rolling!
nothing left
but the great
ride home
