And the Bicycle Spoke

I’ve been leaning against this wall all morning, Waiting to give my spokes an airing, Change gear, hear my bell rattling And tyres hiss as I bounce Over cobblestones. Instead, I’ve been dabbling In philosophy, contemplating Kierkegaard, Plato, Schopenhauer and Camus While I wait for you, Tucked out of sight Beside the gate. My cycle […]