*photo by Troy Carr I came upon it rather,
By chance,
Or was it destiny?
There alone it was upright in the woods,
Beckoning,
Silently,
A lone bike eager for life.
To ride or not,
Was not a question,
For when I got on,
We coursed to parts unknown,
Now “my bike” and me.
And I have never looked back,
Nor been the same.
To my magic bike,
I gave the name,
Excalibur!
Author’s Note: This poem was inspired by the photo, by my friend, Troy Carr, of what was his bike just standing there all by itself.
tom tenbrunsel
Poet Laureate of Cycling
*photo by Troy