Lacing Up A Wheel

Lacing up a wheel

Sounds like I am going for a walk.

I try not to get lost

Is the spoke holding the hub up

Or is the rim hanging from the hub

Sometime it is and sometimes it isn’t

Counting holes going round

First one way then the next.

The madness to find a rhythm

Impossibly confused wobble

A wheel in parts together

That can’t hold itself up

Could never roll soon

Takes shape of round

The moment of truth

For true the test

The tensing of a wheel

Ends in a hyperbolic

Paraboloid that I could never

Purposely make.

Its beautiful and wrong at the same time.

Lacing up a wheel again.

Anticipa8ing

Anticipating the hill

The legs slow down

Top of the hill a rush

The legs stop moving

The wind and facing

The next rise my

Thoughts are to stay

Inside, were I would

Rather be on my bike

The mind would be

Better settled in

A cafe 25 miles away.

Then I go home.

They Ticket

They ticket me for rolling through a stop sign

No one around, cops are hiding around the turn.

There are 7 of us, seven tickets 15 minutes

They are making money, we are not spending it.

Special Bike

Every bike is special.
Specially the bike you ride
That isn’t specialized
For one thing or another.
It should take you there
With no fan fare and back.
It’s a tool you care for,
That makes sense seeing
Where you put it each time
You ride, no hiding that fact.
Pedal wheels and seat.
Come on, lets go down the street.

The Corner

The corner I took to slow

And fell on my elbow
 

 
Taught me to keep my

Head and road to eye.
 

 
Now I race the circuit

Leaning over and work it.
 

 
I may come second to last

And you see am none to fast.
 

 
The chase is what I be after.

In the end it’s all for laughter
 

 
So don’t be so serious

Roll and just be curious
 

 
No matter the days or nights

At all the men in tights.

The Bird and the Tree

The trees stood still

A bird on a parallel path

Silently cut a smooth arc

At the same speed

As I for a moment

We both were frozen

And the trees and path

Flew under us.

 

 

This moment lingers

As if I were flying

Not surprising

When I am thinking

Of something else

 

 

 

Have Obscene

Have you seen the

Obscene

Did you call or

Reconnoiter

Say I’ll be home to

Some

Ride no more

Bike

Aghast!

Wheels II

We

Help

Everyone

Else

Loving

Self

Special Bike

Every bike is special.

Specially the bike you ride

That isn’t specialized

For one thing or another.

It should take you there

With no fan fare and back.

It’s a tool you care for,

That makes sense seeing

Where you put it each time

You ride, no hiding that fact.

Pedal wheels and seat.

Come on lets go down the street.

A Bike Shop

Strictly speaking on the subject of bikes
I find there is very little that I donts likes
 
 
Strictly speaking I have no need to go in
I marvel at the smiles and welcomes
 
 
Strictly amused at all the things I finds
That aren’t bikes in a store for rides
 
 
Strictly sweaty and sore of feet
A welcome adjustment to my cleat
 
 
Strictly sore at the counter I rest
And enjoy the espresso, where’s the zest
 
 
Strictly speaking the talk is more than
Carbon weaves, the business, I’m a fan
 
 
Strictly love what you do and it will
Include the passion for others and fill
 
 
The world with better people
Strictly speaking from the saddle on the road.