To Mars from Arizona Alberto Ríos Saturday mornings were science fiction— That is, on that day anything was possible. We didn’t have to go to the movies for that, Though when we did, we were introduced to ourselves More than anything. Ourselves in rockets, Ourselves taking chances, ourselves speaking to the universe. Outside of the movies, we were still in them— Our bikes were our rockets, our submarines, our jets. But mostly, and first, our bikes were our horses  In this childhood West, a loyal, red Western Flyer Taking me everywhere, up and down, fast and slow. Only later did I [...]