Hamish Ott


Unique Cycle Club - Poem by Hamish Ott

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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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 27, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, August 27, 2012


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