NanU's Cherry Jam: A Bicycle but no Prop Forward

NanU's stirring the jam this week, and it was an eclectic pick and mix of three photographs. I went for the cold bicycles with a little cherry dashed in.

The rest of the Jam Gang (usual suspects and more besides!) can be found here: http://poetryjaam.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-you-will.html

I Would Be Fast

Dreaming being that cherry bicycle,
hot crossbar reflecting covetous eyes
that linger on lustre like shine-poor spies;
dynamic frame, magnetic pull
drawing every needle, they push
push against casing to ride alongside
racing lines. Circling pedals hypnotise
on passing, moving air, rush, moving air, rush.
Awake. Chained wheels have no velocity,
stone chips flake, reveal rust on base metal.
I oxidise away, aged, unridden.
Those that could use me are passing me by
unmoved by a cracked leather saddle,
a basket unfilled, and shamelessly open.

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