About A Bicycle

An old man rides a bicycle in the sun
in California.

He casts a shadow definite as death
in the meticulous light of November.

An old man rides a bicycle in the sun
in California, this blonde shire
with all its pointless beauty,

through marshes of emporia in the valleys,
past bungalows and cyclotrons
and the unidentifiable debris along the freeways.

In the hills the earth lies dead,
her womb split with an axe.

An old man rides a bicycle in the sun
in this decaying paradise where sins come in pastels.

His thoughts are a whale sounding far at sea.

by Jon Corelis

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