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- Ode to bicycles
- I was walking
- down
- a sizzling road:
- the sun popped like
- a field of blazing maize,
- the
- earth
- was hot,
- an infinite circle
- with an empty
- blue sky overhead.
- A few bicycles
- passed
- me by,
- the only
- insects
- in
- that dry
- moment of summer,
- silent,
- swift,
- translucent;
- they
- barely stirred
- the air.
- Workers and girls
- were riding to their
- factories,
- giving
- their eyes
- to summer,
- their heads to the sky,
- sitting on the
- hard
- beetle backs
- of the whirling
- bicycles
- that whirred
- as they rode by
- bridges, rosebushes, brambles
- and midday.
- I thought about evening when
- the boys
- wash up,
- sing, eat, raise
- a cup
- of wine
- in honor
- of love
- and life,
- and waiting
- at the door,
- the bicycle,
- stilled,
- because
- only moving
- does it have a soul,
- and fallen there
- it isn't
- a translucent insect
- humming
- through summer
- but
- a cold
- skeleton
- that will return to
- life
- only
- when it's needed,
- when it's light,
- that is,
- with
- the
- resurrection
- of each day.
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