Machine With Wheels

Handlebars speckled with rust

that steered directly towards adventure

Petals pressed on a journey

Her cape,

plaid with white, black, and red streaming off into the 61 degree winds

She flung her leather boots down on the asphalt

Halted in front of a lake

Wild grasses and reeds poked their heads towards the afternoon orange glow that

Mirrored the waters

She heard the words

I’m on fire

And sang them to the sky

Boots back to the sturdy brown and cream petals

And she flew

The breeze ruffling her chocolate curls

As she whipped around street corners with her plaid cape trailing behind

Flying until her legs were sore

but her heart was filled

As the sun sank beneath the wind rippled waters