the wheels run round
and the world unfurls
new energy is found
from muscles and whirls
why don't bicycles
unabashedly
earnestly
abound?
amid squirrels that chatter
the wind sweeps away strife
old priorities scatter
on wheels a new life
ought not bicycles
unabashedly
seriously
matter?
down hills with great glee
uphill sweat soaking shirt
once more learning to see
that all growth starts with hurt
don't bicycles
unabashedly
teach us
to be?
we are challenging old forms
while some still charading
creating new storms
yet environment degrading
can't bicycling
unabashedly
model
new norms?
i'm cycling through time
and realizing i'm changing
can i help ring the chime
for priority rearranging?
on bicycles
can't we
unabashedly
climb?
in the end it's the feeling
of our hard-pounding hearts
at our community's reeling
we can each do our part
doesn't bicycling
unabashedly
help us
with healing?
