Unique Cycle Club Poem by Hamish Ott

Unique Cycle Club



in a city
there are solitary cyclists
who transport their belongings
(often hanging off handle bars and carrier)
in a slow and dirty fashion
to secret and I imagine dark places

to belong
the qualifying standard
is a life of hardship and missed opportunity
soap and hot water amnesia
and the remarkable ability to balance
their load

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