Royal Oak Roundabout

I have not seen this girl before

but already I love her,

poised, upright, purposeful,

with long hair curling from her helmet

and limbs so slim and breakable

as she asserts her right

to ride with the morning traffic

through the two-lane five-point roundabout.

Belted and air-bagged I drive just behind,

mindful of old scars, praying for her.