The Ride
I think that I think
more than most people normally do.
My thoughts cycle through my brain
as if they were written on flaps of paper
taped to the spokes of a bike,
like I used to do with play cards
as a young kid,
except now I’m on an unending bike ride.
Occasionally I get to take a break
from this ride and shackle
up my bike for a bit.
I take a seat in a local coffee shop,
put on my headphones,
slowly sip straight coffee, and watch
all the people inside and outside
and wonder what kind of thoughts
are taped to their bicycles.
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I remember that little flap of paper -- almost like I wanted to grow up and spread my presence with that sound around.. I can just imagine what I would write on that piece of paper.
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