Father Teaches the Clutch

by The Hearth Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

Not all at once, he says, his hand above mine but not taking over. Release until the engine changes note. Feel where the machine begins to ask. I stall six times. He does not call it failure. On the seventh, the bike moves across the empty lot and his shout reaches me through the helmet.
55 words · 11 lines · Free Verse
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