I've been doodling with this poem for the last day and feel unsure of
its worth, so I proffer it for your consideration.
The Cyclist (title)
she's been cycling through my mind
for days now old Chinese lady
on her dusty rusty bike
with a burnt-out box
of cardboard fire crackers
clamped to the rack at the back
she's been cycling through my mind
on her way to make a few fen
recycling that cardboard
burnt and smelling of explosions
to drive away Bad Spirits
cycling to buy the cold away
she's been cycling through my mind
for days now days when China
suffered the worst snow storms in fifty years
--
Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
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