Quadrille

This week, I’d like you to quench our thirst for poems by playing with the word quiver.

I quiver and shake at the sound of the bike

as he pedals along next to me.

I don’t know his name nor do I like

the things that he says I will be.

I pedal my trike and just set my soul free.

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