the air pulsates with hard rumbles

deep in a sunny saturday afternoon

i put my helmet on

its dark visor clouding out the sun

and i kick the kickstand loose

kicking up minimal amounts of dirt

but a foreshadow of things to come

mounting the bike

i gun it staunchly

and blast through the arizona dirt

my pursuer rumbling nearer

even as i gun it harder

deep in a sunny saturday afternoon

the chase goes on,

the gap gets smaller,

until finally

i can see my pursuer's face

with wrinkled eyes and pale skin

he winks at me

winking hard

a ghost of things to come

the chase goes on,

the gap gets smaller,

but like mathematical concepts

it never closes

just getting smaller and smaller

into infinity

i can see my pursuers face

in forever increasing clarity

its minuscule details

winking harder

deep in a sunny saturday afternoon

the air pulsates with hard rumbles

deep in a sunny saturday afternoon