Snow Bike

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Speeding along in summer and in the breezy haze
Of autumn colors, golden leaves flung up
By your spinning wheels.
Did you dream, in a shredded feather dream
Of your fixed immobility on this street-light lit night?
I think not.  I think you flew along in the
Zen moment of rolling the kilometers under your two wheels.
And now your two wheels are under
The light turned to heavy
The sprite turned to statue
The speed turned to solid
This too a Zen moment but something you did not expect
But it was made for you, snow bike