Riding her bike along the path
she sees the intersection up ahead,
a busy main road interrupting her path.
She pedals faster, feeling the wind on her face,
the sun on her shoulders,
the crunch of the leaves under her tires.
Her hands grip the handlebars tightly.
Her heart pumps rapidly.
Cars speed by in both directions,
staggering blurs of reds and blacks and grays.
She focuses on the path’s connection ahead,
never glancing right or left,
she glides through the intersection.
Tires screech from cars too close.
She hears blaring horns and muffled voices
as she arrives safely on the other side
to continue riding her bike along the path.
