Life Cycles

so peddles like pistons

passed like a rush

racing home

lycra stretching tight cleats

speaking, spokes

spinning, not yarns,


we crossed The Line, finished,

tape lifted, we shifted

the cheque, a flag


No petrol cars, no motored

bikes, just human sweat, sweet

sweat, such a sweet feat.


as road rides up, mountain leaves,

the funnel once lit, now darkens

as nature sees new ridge of trees

out of hard wood, balsa birch lights,

she came soaring, a wise child, sharing,

thoughts pro, found.

exclaimed The Shining

Spoke The Wheel, Get On Your Bikes

she turned and uttered, slowly;


"not crazy, just in sane ways
I see far, a hell hot horizon
grows, burning worlds
whilst he and he and he
(pointing pointedly at peloton masters)
all sit so merrily, adding adding offset
carbon frames to Our Life Cycle Flames"


LIGHT HEARTED 💕 LIFE’S SENSUALITY

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