|View single post by lostsocks|
|Posted: Wed Mar 4th, 2009 06:52 pm||
|This winter I started cycling to work
That wheezing, jolting, mad indeterminate mass of thick jackets and wheels...
Coils of steam bursting from my collar while my face turns blue and frosts.
And unconsenting marriage of ice and fire.
One day soon I'll crack
You'll see me, biking naked through the snow with a scarf wrapped round my eyes and nose.
And i'll be so cool and warm and happy and free, I'll not even mind the oncoming tree.