no upgrades for years
maybe a yearly washing
past four calendars exposed
to the seasonal elements
but you keep turning pedals
to the grocery, the local trails,
the market, the beer store, on
long fat-tired road rides
remember when we first
swung low on sweet dirt,
jumped off a curb, bashed
into rocks and tree roots
i don’t either, but when
i look at you all those
times roll into one big
lovin’ smile on my face
you’ve never let me down
which says more than this
knee-jerk scribblin’ does
i’m gonna bathe you, later
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