One day a new number will call on my cell phone, and
a soft voice will ask “Where have been all these time?”
And I will reply… “Waiting for you…”
Then I will dust my black jacket and don it, and slip
into my blue jeans. I will put on my brown army boots. I will put on my leather
gloves and pack my grey backpack. I will pick up my motorcycle helmet from the
corner and wipe the visor.
I will put on my dark goggles and wear the helmet,
pulling the visor over my face. Picking up my backpack and unhooking the scarf
from behind the door, I will lock the door to my cottage and throw away the
keys. I will switch off my cell phone and throw away my SIM card.
I will kick-start my motorcycle and ride away… far
away, never to return,… ever.
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| [During those motorcycle days of yester-years] |
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| [Trying to go incognito] |