Wednesday, 1 July 2015

Slippery slope

We've been here before I said.
Or maybe kept the words in my head.
I was communing with my bike you see,
we're a partnership; my pal and me.
Evening sunlight on a supine canal
Sleepy ducks line the weed edged trail
Dogs too warm to wag a tail,
Walkers in a sun drugged daze
are all we see along our way.
Familiar bridge, with a sneaky right
winding, downhill, lipped and tight
Whoosh we lazily, indolently cruise
and now you should see the size of my bruise.

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