Poem by R.M. Dolin, May 2026
Knowing Better
Into the night I ride,
my Harley leaning low
in each dangerously daring curve
along the winding border,
first in the relative safety of
the side I know
before deceptively slipping
into uncertain risk,
embracing the excitement of
constantly conquering the next new curve
while overlooking the wisdom of
knowing better.
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