.citycycling

.cyclepoet

 

Upwards
Squeak from your tyres echoing
A car on some other level
Distant though virtually above
Interloping
Roads may be for sharing
But only cars park
In a car park

Downwards
Free rolling out of the wind
On the smoothest surface of the day
Looking out for lights
Reversing imminent
180 degree turns
Brake, apex, pedal
No need for a ticket

Then out
Into the light
The air
The noise
The potholes
It's a shock to the system
And so much worse
When the cars are moving

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