CALAMITY
I had a
crossbar saddle of my own.
I liked to sit
there more than at the back –
great view up
front, behind a total lack,
apart from
father’s coat, which, feeling prone
to falling, I
would cling to without fail.
No need for
that up front. Despite all this
I soon fell
off: my father came to miss
his firm grasp
of the steering when a gale
came swirling
right along Marathon Road.
I was bowled
over cobblestones: and I’d
soon gained
before I knew the other side.
Along that
long, straight road no traffic showed
that February
morning. Harsh words flowed
(I can still
hear them): that’s my last school ride.
2 comments:
thanks! bravo as usual—
Yes, smartly put.
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