freewheeling
the creak of a
heron
Tag: bike
desserted
at night
sweeping the empty streets
on my bike
stretching
waiting
at the top of the hill
winter sky
late for work
cycling through
quiet villages
church clocks
not raining
cycling
to the shops collecting
drizzle
boiled icicle
my squeaky bike
stopped at the traffic lights
rustling trees
padlock
abandoned bike
chained to the fence
with cobwebs
growing up
family bike ride
the blur
of the nearest trees
Easter holidays
ribbons of cloud
unwinding
pedal by pedal
night ride
losing myself
in the thick forest
rolling along
quiet lane
the sound
of my bike tyres
outgrown
too big
for his childhood bike
his bony ankles
we should walk
pub railings
unchaining
the drunken bike
Towpath at night
by the time
the sleeping geese honk……
……I’ve long cycled past
Cycling uphill
the road
finally flattens — my lungs
inflate with life
Crush
yellow snail
in no rush to cross
the cycle path
Summer?
warm evening —
mowing the lawn
in my cycling shorts
After a winter ride
Scrubbing mud
from all my bike’s crevices,
then from all mine!
Game of Thornes
Mountain biking
in Westeros —
A Dance Of Tyre On Mud
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