Stresscycle

Along the crickety, crackity streets
he rides, she rides, I ride.
Tin cans rattling on the asphalt
(chinkity, clickety, clackity)
beads on the spokes
(slippity, sloppity, flippity)
around and around
spinning tires
around and around
blur of color
twirling rainbows,
streamers,
hair in the wind
voices yelling,
screaming,
or maybe

(it’s just the trees).

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