We pedal our three-wheelers
in concentric circles
on home lawns
and parents applaud.
We grow strong calves,
balance and speed,
and the sweet-talk
of wind in our ears
silences parents’ warnings.
We glory on racing bikes,
plot trajectories to bliss.
We push away from boring bike lanes
to new grounds, thinking
we climb the untamed.
We grow up, claim our acre of land,
grow roots, acquire four-wheel vehicles.
The children get a dog, and we,
memberships, tenures and mortgages.
We spin on stationary bikes
until we slow old, mosey on
into retirement on a tandem bike
that we will trade for second-hand tricycles.
Once again, we ride in circles.
Grandchildren slalom on the paved alleys
of our old folk residence.
They cheer us on until the sun sets
and it is time to go home.
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