Yellow Jersey Poem by Mark. A Heathcote
Yellow Jersey
So, I guess after all our stars weren't aligned.
I'll wake up and forget the lack of mourners.
And remember when you once 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 taut and straighten
Out every minute's mile into a rooftop icicle
Melting - that's my only ultimatum to you...
I'll win my yellow jersey; you, wait and see.
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