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Ponder this as you read my bicycling poem:
I wrote the first draft of this poem in April of 2014 as I was biking to work:
"Splattering"
The splattering, gritty muck,
that flings from my tires
as I pedal down the street
goes unnoticed.
I push the pedals
down, standing occasionally
to drive the gear at a high RPM
to drive the cogs on the back.
As the chain revolves
around the gear in
a faster circle,
my thoughts follow suit.
Around they go--
approaching my problem from
every possible angle until
my thoughts are exhausted.
Which is fortunate--
my mind is tired now,
and the exhaust from the cars
fills my lungs so I
slow down.
I am home now.
Street dirt coats my bike
my legs
my lungs.
My thoughts, however
have stopped spinning and
my problem is exhausted.
Run another one of my poems in Run Minnesota, the July/August issue. You can pick them up from a variety of running stores in the Twin Cities area.
Read more about Bill Watterson here in Mental Floss:
TEAM ‘CUL DE SAC’ AUCTION: Rare Watterson painting sells for $13K.
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