Curves

she’d never been adept
at hanging lefthand curves;
hitting the apex just so,
leaning tight into the turn.
she’d fall out too soon,
or overshoot, rattling
her delicate equilibrium.
but let her lean right,
oh my! and the gods smiled
at the smooth transition,
steely nerves, graceful form.
she pondered a world of
only right hand curves
and ended up exactly
where her ride began.

 

I only wish I could lean left like this.

Peace, people. 

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Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

10 thoughts on “Curves”

  1. Thank you for shedding the light on my ignorance. I would never know that there is a difference. Now that you say it, I do feel more comfortable turning right rather than left in the parking lot…

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