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"The Biker in Silly Land" by Robert Manning 2019
How far we fly away in dreams
So far
So here and now
Last night we hopped upon a bicycle seat
An in Venice took a spin
We seemed to dance upon the water
on rock back street or water top
No sail, nor fin, or rudder
Just laughter and adventure fluid
Dancing through our veins
Feet twirling past black gondolas
And singing gondoliers
We rode upon a bridge
Brazen signs barked Beware!
Off the bikes we jumped
pushing towards the barricade
ladders, traps blue & orange
paint cans, masonry tools
blocked the passage
but a gap
we slid through a gap between
the walls
followed song with eyes
a Baritone Romeo sang rapturously
from a balcony so so high
across the way his Juliet
in sweet soprano sighed a kiss
a musical confection so silent
we heard with heart not ear
on bikes we spider up the wall
defying gravity
and then
the couple fly away
We are in a raw red striped room
Floor a blue, yellow stripe highway
A roaring rusting red pickup
burst through the walls
a waterfall we now ride down
the truck swims under away
Upon the canal
a baker walks out balancing bread upon his head
bakery goods and confections taunt air and
eyes
an elegant woman in red spiked heels towers
by
her red silk dress luscious upon her milk
chocolate skin
a Hassid enters a lovely candy shop
windows filled with stars of David
strawberry Torahs scrolled like sailing arks
A dock appears and up we ride
into a Japanese street, with curtains hanging
halfway down
soba, ramen smells beckon us in
a sudden intrusion of McD, his arches taunting
bows
arrow us quickly back to water, the Grand
Canal to see
merrily into sunset ride, with friends and
family
Sunset really is the morning, as rays awake
my eyes
We Biked in Silly land refreshed
an invigorating, heavenly, dreamland ride . . .
For Libby Hillhouse, with memories/dreams from Robert
Manning & the light he showed upon this earth that continues on, growing
inside us in a garden built on love
For a lovely party of family & friends to celebrate Bob Manning, on 22 August 2021
love, James
©james m.
frase-white July 2021
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