Tuesday, May 3, 2022

103/365 - Brush

 


I push my anger
into my pedals
Burning muscles-
burn out the pain
faster and faster
and faster I go
but its not working
today

No matter
what I do
the news
is still there
digging
at my brain

There is something
though
a brush of chain
a smear of grease
an allaying kiss
from my bike
a little smidge
of peace

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