Lamenting my once-springy knees, I gaze
out the window of the concert hall, watching
bikers gliding over the suspension bridge,
matching the piano’s cadence to the pedals,
riders balancing precariously as notes on a line.
I think, “I never learned to play a piano
and my biking days are long past,” and then,
a triumphant chord progression rings out!
Flying a bright flag, a recumbent bicycle,
just as fast as all the others, passes
with the speed of a velocipede.


This elegy to my knees was inspired by the NaPoWriMo and BartBarker challenges for the day.

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