The bike, Caballo de hiero

i have thrown my leg across the iron horse
and spurred into escape upon the back
of my rubber-hooved mount
hurtling into the face of the wind
in full flight with jagged rays of sun
where hot is just a word
and cool is a rush of feeling
i soar like a bird unwinged
down silvered sheets of concrete
through windy halls of whistling air
and slant deep curved into the void
down the fast and sinking curves
to race the blue sky full throttle
hard twisted and open
beneath the golden dome of life.

1973