Poem: Flying through the night …a Haiku

Pedaling my bike
Sailing through pools of street light
Flying through the night

About the poem:
What freedom! Do you know when I lived in Saudi Arabia, riding my bike was the biggest thing I missed? Now, riding my bike around town on summer nights …flying like a crazy witch on a broom. Great!

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