I could hear it,
the sound was guttural - deep.
It was growing louder still,
The nuances of the biker's movements
Clear from the sounds
Again, I heard the throttle,
There was a distinct sound,
The rider would have carved
The bend in the road.
Then, there was a sudden pull,
I could see the beacons of yellow light
Illuminating the road ahead
And then, I could see it,
Rider and bike,
Twisting the wick,
Approaching at full throttle
A beatific beast
Powerful and sure.
Triumph - the name suited
both rider and bike.
It slowed down, next to me,
Eager to journey on,
I waved it off,
Watched as they rode into the sun,
Ready to move the soul
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