A mother yells to her son
Down the street on his bike
But the boy doesn’t hear her
Doesn’t want what he doesn’t like
Rides on through intersections
And over crowded bridges
Deftly picking his way
Through moving and parked cars
Pedestrians who pause to let him pass
Hoping to catch a little of his daring
To inspire their poor lives
All those in fear of dying
Beyond a mother’s call
He goes flying
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