Il Giro
Loud, intense, powerful -
It woke me -
Its distinct sound
Rang through the streets.
Two wheels spinning
Rapidly in sync,
Balanced by motion,
It gradually grew nearer.
Beautiful, sleek,
Glittering in the summer sun,
Approaching with great
speed,
Pausing just long enough
For me to climb on,
The motorcycle disappeared
Into the distance.
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