Noshaba Siddiqui Poetry

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!

Poet: Chris Sorrenti