I can fly when I’m on my bike

spinning away uphill, downhill.

Running faster than light,

sweat dripping down my back.

Now, I ride through the preserve

everyday.  Passing people wearing masks,

Couples holding hands,

skateboarders smoking weed and singing.

But the most wonderful is going downhill by the pond where the ducks flock.

The air smells sweet, and the wind fills my lungs

as I pedal faster than light.