roll fixed in stale grease
against iron crank shaft
with a sprocket on the right
pedals dangle on either side
where caterpillar boots lie
running round rusty chainlinks
circling clockwise five gears
selected by salty derailleur
attached to a one point one
millimeter cable leading
to slider style shifter
right hand adjusts according
to how fast we can travel
based mostly on elevation
or obstacles on pothole paths
as my legs push down left
then right repeating my sekine
takes me on thirty five
year old tires at thirty five
kilometers per hour
to my destination:
school.
Colin and Co.
Colin,
ReplyDeleteYou make me smile. I like this.
I read this blog and think of your Jan 30th blog. These obsessions have distinct differences, they also share suggestive similarities.
Your ability to appreciate the intricate purposeful mechanics, the allure of two aspects of travel reiterates to me once again the simple yet complex nature that defines you.
Mom
What obsession do you need?
ReplyDeleteAnd, aren't obsessions not a good thing?