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.rust in pieces

They are a common sight, the old bike chained to a railing, parked there and locked in order to be kept safe, and then never reclaimed. The rusting bikes. Why? I've never quite understood the logic of chaining your bike to something and then giving up on it. So many seem to be in generally fine health, and certainly a keen fettler could get many back in roadworthy condition.

Here we celebrate the lives of those who have been abandoned...

.locked and dying

From afar you look well-fastened
Locked diligently tight
But no longer shall you move
Left, lonely, slowly dying
Steadfastly resigned to your plight

Your chain will not turn as it
takes on an orange hue
The spokes are bent and weary
Rain seeps into your joints
Your coasting days are through

I see you each time I pass
this way, I shed a silent tear
What did you do so wrong
to be casually thrown aside?
Nothing... I fear...

(photo - anthony robson)

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