There is something intimate about slipping off my shoe
Handing it to a man who carefully adjusts it cleat
While standing in wisps of clothing
Embarrassed at my untanned ankle
Exposed in the process
Ride she bike
She bike she bike
Not do bad do bad
Oil da chain da chain
Rounds a rounds
De feets de feets
pass da buck da buck
shimma bars shimma
Days have past spinning the words out for fun,
Bringing a notion of riding that has created a stronger
Sense of who I am besides a spandex fool waiting to crash.
Riding is not an effort it is what one does, and so to writing.
What storm could stop me, I made it when others were stuck.
And even if the pencil is a nub, the words stick in the head
Waiting to be put out at the chance of a scrap of paper.
A state of insecurity even commuting the same rate always early.
The floating waves of words crest and fly, become the spume and frost
Of all our hearts and rarely seen but we know the feel and pull of desire.
Between the lines is always the story of becoming and going,
So easy to see in others, until I catch my own reflection
Passing store front windows looking for a clock to mark time.
The tires are flat the legs are sore
Have to pay bills and I’ve opened the door
for the thought to hide under the bed
that is stronger than cresting the hill
or to sprint past the jerk up ahead.
Riding round the Park
Tired and dumb, no numb
Of riding around this circle of park
Passing slow bikes cursing red lights
Cars do hassle, and walkers without eyes
Vex the speed down the rise
The sweeping turns could be fun
But there is always someone
Right where I need to go not breaking.
Too early it’s dark, or the frenzied pack
Of racing fools think it means something.
After that a leisurely spin dodging
Unkempt commuters, on wheels of sorts
I’ll wait till lunch and catch the buggies.
Then feel the pull to get out of park
Blast the runners, strollers, watchers, and roller
Bladers. The cloud seekers, and ladies with sneakers.
It looms better than it is, the joy is leaving.
Yet, you see the same people over again.
Riding round the park.
Bicycle woman bicycle woman
Race by me. Race by me
Bicycle not race
Race in the mind race in the mind
Friction does not care
The fastest, the spectacle, the bet
Woman, man, bike
Mental beats race
Power loss hate
Bicycle woman, bicycle woman