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Bicycle Dreams

by Chris Sorrenti


        for Karen S

Wood ramp against curb
calls to bicycle wings
kids riding in visitor parking
through window I wave
my vacant driveway
the start point of run up
with a zoom and a yip
they go
they go higher
no higher than inches
me and my bicycle soon outside
inner child calling for escapade

With a scoot and a holler
I'm a wooshhh
past end of the driveway
I go
I go faster
front wheel then back
tire - wood impact
I go
I go higher
first over field
then over houses
faster the pedals
higher my wheels
with a wave and a shout
at astonished kids

See - here's how it's done!

© 1992

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04/08/2004

Posted on 04/08/2004
Copyright © 2026 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rula Shin on 04/08/04 at 03:40 PM

Ooh the form is excellent! I say this not because I know anything about form but because I actually felt like I was zooming on that bicycle myself! Nice effect Chris...I really enjoyed this one...very fun and spirited and made me smile in response to my resulting nostalgic day dreams...lovely expression of a youthful heart and the momentary recapture of boyhood adventure. :-)

Posted by Christopher Shin on 04/08/04 at 04:26 PM

Reminds me of my youth of how I tried to skateboard and show my sister how to. Of course not like riding a bike. Thank you for the poem.

Posted by Maureen Glaude on 04/08/04 at 04:28 PM

you show 'em, Chris! riding a bicycle, you can always take it up again. and jumps too! ah, spring. hula hoops and all. Great fun poem, full of spirit and being young at heart. I remember another bike one you had about jumps, I think, a different one with only you in it?

Posted by J. P. Davies on 04/08/04 at 06:11 PM

Yes this is quite a flashback to childhood memories of wrecking myself off of homemade jumps :) This is wonderful Chris, great concept and great language.

Posted by Ann Krischus on 04/09/04 at 11:45 AM

oh, the good old days. i enjoyed this.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/10/04 at 10:02 PM

from my angle, bicycles are where it's at. Long live youth and bicycling and long live your poem.

Posted by Ashok Sharda on 04/11/04 at 01:15 PM

'kids riding in visitor parking' in the D3, you flew on the 4th. 4th dimension, I mean. We all do.Or was it in the 5th? hahahaha.

Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 04/12/04 at 01:25 AM

I do believe you got the wind in all of our hair! Great ride!

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/13/04 at 02:02 AM

Great fun! Reliving childhood fantasy! Never get too old to think young! :)

Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 08/06/06 at 10:36 AM

Imagery supreme, rode so hard my legs hurt and I dream I seen E.T.. Bravo!

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