Limestone Beat

I fall head – over – heels – over -

heart – over – feet, into con­crete path.

Ped­dling, ped­dling, ped­dling hard

to watch, and wish, catch the breath

of sun­set bliss

above sub­urban fence and grass.


Caught lungs and heart

in teeth, as over bump-thump,

the bike rides the Lime­stone beat.


I cycle sky­wards down this

gloam­ing winter street.


- Can­berra 2012

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