A broken green bike,
like depression,
lies heavy on the mind,
lost in a field
of gnarled trees,
flirty bees and
power station lines.
Pedal the Metal
A broken green bike,
like depression,
lies heavy on the mind,
lost in a field
of gnarled trees,
flirty bees and
power station lines.
Pole Vaulting on the Sun 
you found my bike!!!
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I have a book on bike repair if you’d like it? Lots of big color pictures and diagrams 🙂
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This one has the simplicity and elegance of a haiku. Funny how inanimate objects can affect us in unexpected emotional ways.
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Thank you. Yeah, even though it was not a living creature it was so green and emoted such loneliness.
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