Thursday’s Poem – Brakes Belong

Brakes Belong

It is frightening
beyond words
really
what some of these people are doing
these days
out on the road.

The equivalent in, say,
another sport
such as
rock climbing or skydiving
is people risking their lives
and the lives of others
for something
they saw
in a magazine.

You see them
flailing
out of control
unable to snap that skid
that famed saver
of all that is good
when they need to most.

The bike fights back
and the wheel doesn’t skid
the way they planned
and they go humping through the intersection
hoping for the best.

And one shouldn’t be fighting the bike
in situations such as these
for a truer friend
you have never had.

And the fight continues
day after day
the faux-messenger
fixie kid
and the brakeless bike
resplendent in that uniform
all of them wear
from Philly
to Flagstaff
and all points in between.

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