The wheels would roll on the pavement,
wobbling and into the gate I would go,
crashing.
There were no races,
pop-a-wheelies, no
packing of fresh groceries
or library books
into the small basket
behind the seat,
but knee cuts and arm bruises,
yes.
I was such a girl but now,
I'm just a woman who doesn't know
how to ride a bike.
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