BICYCLE

Paddling uphill the untarredroad
to reach the gold magnet
dust of failure
clung to my feet
tap-tap and off it went
like smokes of the past

My tyre got stuck
in a pot-hole
making my groin ache a little
dismantling, I noticed
the tyre's spike had an ass
and the heat had become
my second skin

After the kissing of spanners
I was up again
then came the father of all
Yes of all hurricane
bringing me to a halt

But the sun
I could still see
it's rays piercing
right through me
awakening the strength of my legs
and of all this
were just God's own test of fire
to make me a fine steel.
Collins Bannu.
collinsbannu@gmail.com