Bike Chains

Poetry on MS Paint #2

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A leaf fallen, guided by wind, is free
Until it lands upon the forest ground.
And I, who is chained by my legs and feet,
To time and distance, my freedom is bound.

The horizon sends forth its taunting eye
Like a wave creeping up the sandy shore
Mocking the resolve in my aching thighs
To emancipate from my closing door.

Cutting through traffic, I peddle my wheels
Connected to chains that close the distance
I roll up to the horizon with steel
To ride through the streets on my steed and dance

Freedom is the song my bicycle sings
As I ride down the street on iron wings

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All Images by Danny Maldonado

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Dawn of the Limerick

I.D.

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