Bike, Bike, New York

(poema despeinado #5 / September 2009)

Bike, bike, New York

Here you are
solid in your loneliness
not quite forgotten nor gone
invisible to most

These lines chant your uniqueness
your silent, open stare
obvious past, diminished future
long gone your days of wheeling
frenetic crossings and gracious descents
down the hills of cemented Manahatta
contemporary as the metal of your frame
quickly become a relic, archeological object
diminished of use, claiming lost purpose

Here you are
chained to a past
that empties your future
brave in your silence
symbol of things to come
these lines chant your beauty
where most see decay
I encounter paths
connecting absences and despairs
to the riches of strangers.

Jordi Torrent

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