Yellow Jersey Poem by Mark Heathcote
Yellow Jersey
So, I guess after all our stars weren’t align
I’ll wake up and forget the lack of mourners
And remember when once you were mine
I shall wake up and stroke the bed corners
And in my quiet solitude like a racing bicycle
I’ll tighten every spoke taught and straiten-
Out every minute’s mile into a rooftops icicle-
Melting, that’s my only ultimatum to you...
I’ll win my yellow jersey, just you wait and see.
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5/8/2024 10:16:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very amazingly drafted and shared such an interesting poem. Wisely written.