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
All Images by Danny Maldonado
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Amen. I miss riding my bike
ride on!