Electric Scooter Rider at Dawn, a poem

He was standing up straight on the scooter,A silhouette in the dawn sunlight,As he glided over the railway bridgeSafety jacket gleaming,One of the few going to work on wheels like this. What posture compares to this allure ?A charioteer poised in bronze cab, reins in handA steel-clad knight pounding by on be-ribboned steed ?A falconer […]