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S O L D.

Ode to a Bicycle


l e t t I n g . . . g o.

A spoke of my DNA

With me

Through thick; and thin

Rain, sleet, snow

Light or dark, always under me

Weather 8 or 98

My dependable, forgiving companion


Urban jungle, bucolic trail, violent sprint

With me physically

Each a soul of its own


Meant to soar, they are

A decision to part ways


S O L D.


A tear pushes through

My vacant smile

Two steeds

Expressionless, no-- sad

Mine no longer


Days pass

The struggle to let go

Real

I am alone


Again, they come

Like raindrops falling on a window

Pain


A photograph

Companions always ready

Always up for the game


With a stranger now

Poor care of his bikes he takes

He told me

My heart breaks


Far from love

I gave them

In the quiet hours

Preparing

For battle or ballet


Ridden they should be

I tell myself

Empty words in air


But only a fork in the journey

Everything

Has a time

A place


Fingers of the soul

Gently letting go

Reluctant


In a moment

Gone

Emptiness and Silence

Fill the void


Forever together.

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