Biker Beware

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Biker Beware

©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson

Don’t let the green grow

underneath your feet.

It could be grass, you know;

though eerie green’s been

seen to bode no good.

Ill wind can creep up

in the dark, raise hairs

along your glowing shin.

Don’t let it in.

Don’t let it

in.

(no phone booth

Superman tonight

just kryptonite)

No safety

here or there,

no safety

here

or

there.

Biker beware.