at night without cars I ride my bike home
I pedal with blue fluidity
my knees calm,
legs benefit from
this gift of gentle patterns
upon mine joints and rickety limbs.
I concentrate down the task:
avoiding glass the piss and the glass,
gently, the super-smooth circle,
the perpendicular tibia,
acuminating fibula,
the application of perfect pedalling;
foot feet ankle shins
thigh thigh thigh thigh--
I navy slacks
the right foot
tuck into my new tube sock,
the ugly and practical trend.--
I ignore this crude break in illusion
‘'n try t'
superior-pedal again
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