April Dawn 
by Kimberly Samantha Lee

As the sun is sinking below the horizon, only a dull orange glow remains 
in the sky,
The stillness of the approaching night is interrupted just by a few things
Like crickets, and leaves rustling in the slight breeze, and the faint 
sound of a car
That will not drive down on this lonely country road at dusk.

Suddenly she appears at the top of a large hill, perched on her bicycle,
Unaware that it has become a part of her, unaware of bystanders watching.
Her hair moves with the wind, her clothes rustle in the breeze; she tilts 
her head 
To one side as if listening for the dusk of the day, and the dawning of 
the night.
 
And she starts down the hill on her bicycle like no other bike rider had
With her feet on the handlebars and her hands behind her head.
She glides down the hill, swift as a bird, perfectly poised
As if she were not on a bike but simply asleep in a hammock.

She reaches for the handlebars; she slowly puts her feet down,
For she has reached the bottom of the hill, and must now turn around.
She pauses before biking back up the hill, as she looks around herself,
Whispering that this time, she will ride straight into the sunset.

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