3 boys rolling on bikes
freewheeling a day-dream with each other
glad the wet winter is over--
our eyes glitter, we laugh
clik, clik, clikity clik, clikity-clak, clikity-clak
tangential spokes reflect
in the rhythm of glass
embedded in the street
our feet peddling the swing
in what we'd make our song to sing--
our minds race, gripped handle-bars
rubber on hot cement, wrapped fingers,
groove in tar traces, roots of black
softly treaded through chains linked back
everything is going
everything is giving in
round corners, wind streaming
everything is musical
while rap is a chest-out game
we 'rap' each other, eyes laugh-back beat
city-street, breaking, breaking
chains-geared down to the sound
of bodies sing-swing, peddle-pushing
in-out with a shout
stiffen then soft
soft then start to
pull-out, pull-up
we follow each other
breaking tires amidst the rap of wheels
rolling elsewhere anywhere but here
anything goes, everything gives, everything reels
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