With the change of seasons
in an average suburban garage
each cubitus grimy and permeating from a mixture
of soil and water displacement to the fortieth degree
Eponychium is outlined with remains of last years rides
as each groove and seam is cleansed, memories
of endless single track and technical down hills
are unearthed and levitate the amygdala
From the stable I take my place in the saddle
of this slender and now gleaming steed
pushing off, we begin our temporary escape
across this concoction of petroleum and gravel
The sound of links and cogs connecting
with crisp air as it passes my auricles
creating a symphony composed only for myself.
The remaining cold still clinging to early spring warmth
begins to crystallize epithelial cytoplasm and
raise erector pili, these physiological responses
I ignore,
instead, I pedal.
