Tuesday poem: (haiku)
May 29, 2017
clogged bitumen
two wheeled surgeons
arteries open
PS Cottier
That’s my new, very old, bike above. The frame dates from before WWII, I am told, which is quite amazing. Now this bike stays strictly on pavement and bike-path, which is quite possible where I live in Canberra, so it does not slip through cars like a knife at all.
But it looks grey and interesting leaning outside cafés, having had a short rattle. An important thing for a starry bicycle.
