Pimp Your Ride

whether a dog
cargo three 
wheeler or
a simple get
me around
if needed
feed it

my brother
in law
after having
double knee
surgery refused
to be put
down

customized
four tires over
sized for out
side and in
back had on
added
holders

the left
held his
fishing rod
the right
held his
shot gun
up front

two beverage
holders both
for beer
but now
as i get
older
i

hear my
knees crack
feel my feet
ache and my
back bends
primately
forward

what 
to look
forward to
envisioning
what my ride
might
be

i
see
epiphany
taking my
ride out for
an aboriginal
vision walk about
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Pigeon Tart Avatar
April 11, 2019 at 7:34 AM
Yup. Love it... especially where the end takes me. Getting back on wheels is soul healing for me. A lot of who I have lost and want to find again; I was a courier for twenty years, breathed, ate, slept bike. x
Connelly Avatar
April 11, 2019 at 9:01 AM
Very cool to know that Maureen. Thanks for sharing... ah that sounds like an AA catch phrase jajaja.
Pigeon Tart Avatar
April 10, 2019 at 9:25 PM
Oh, a treat! Love it. Will revisit. G'night! xomo
Connelly Avatar
April 10, 2019 at 9:37 PM
Good night Maureen, and thank you.
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