Ode to Bicycles
by Pablo Neruda I was walking down a sizzling road: the sun popped like a field of blazing maize, the earth was hot, an infinite circle with an empty blue sky overhead.
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She stands there...
...waiting for me. Does she feel neglected. It's been too cold to ride... and I've been busy. Stay cool girl. You're on my mind.
Ode to My Bicycle
Pooja Hiranandani, Bagalore, India Swapthgami Magazine [PDF] A stimulating piece of writing and one of the first pieces that inspired me to start this blog. I like the gentle purring of the wheels of my cycle as they turn on a quiet dusty road.