I once read a news story about a guy who went around the world on his bike, from London and back. So this poem is inspired by that.
Journey’s end
unpunctured but exhausted
upon its final destination,
the round-trip end, a relative
safety. Chained to the metal.
It will take but a moment
to unlock it, remove a wheel,
leave a frame bereft of saddle,
the only reminder of itself
and the journey it has lapped,
from London to Europe to Asia,
always arriving in one piece.
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