Die Hard

bike met Buick

Buick—1

cyclist was recycled,

’twas pickleweed

that lined the street

determined her survival,

an active chick

she bounced back quick

–quicker than the norm

in just 3 months,

she skied big bumps,

schussing in top form,

at half a year

was running clear–

to ‘Cito and beyond

she was no wimp,

and without limp,

she ran—that feisty blonde.

and though lately,

things have greatly,

changed her circumstances,

unflagging force

can right the course

and render loss advantage

prompt:survival