On and Off
Twice a year
I pump deflated tires, run a cloth over the dust,
maybe even oil gears if I have thought ahead.
Mostly though, I react to it on impulse,
remember all over again why bike riding in Ohio
(for this climate sensitive Englishman),
can only be done in Spring and Autumn
when the State rests between an Ice-age and
hells steamy kitchen.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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