Palinode XV
Palinode XV
The bicycle wheels
that fetched
you home
from pianica practice,
your legs
hanging off
the side.
The wheel of fortune
on TV
and in the TOTO stand.
The ten-cent
ride on the Ferris wheel
in Beauty World,
always
threatened by fire.
The car
that never would have
materialized
if your sister had not
dated a driver
with reliable wheels.
The wheeling years
when my lungs
collapsed
and I dragged them
in and out
of hospitals
like a dead parachute.
The wheel of rebirth
we no longer
bet on,
though once
we did, the working poor,
so rich with hope
we wished
life goes round.
The bicycle wheels
that fetched
you home
from pianica practice,
your legs
hanging off
the side.
The wheel of fortune
on TV
and in the TOTO stand.
The ten-cent
ride on the Ferris wheel
in Beauty World,
always
threatened by fire.
The car
that never would have
materialized
if your sister had not
dated a driver
with reliable wheels.
The wheeling years
when my lungs
collapsed
and I dragged them
in and out
of hospitals
like a dead parachute.
The wheel of rebirth
we no longer
bet on,
though once
we did, the working poor,
so rich with hope
we wished
life goes round.
Image credit: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nKidrGuyhSM
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