A refurbished bike
gifted
many years ago
by my strong and loving
six-foot five-inch brother ~
A Viet Nam Veteran
who dies fifty years later
from Malaria
contracted in ‘Nam ~
He saves my life
three times
over multiple years
Each time it is from
a near-drowning
even though I am
a fully-trained record-breaking
competitive swimmer
He can sing
He can write poetry
He is adored by all types of animals
even wasps
can cover him
yet never sting him
I bring out his bike to upgrade
it’s level of usage
and to fulfill
a small yet important
desire to save the environment
from unnecessary car-driving
A brand new bicycle-cart
is purchased
for dogs and groceries
and precious grandchildren ~
I add a rickety old bike rack
to my 2006 endearingly-loved
yet also rickety car ~
Aaaaack.
Now my beloved
Oregonian horse-ranch-owning sister wants
photographs
primarily of my dog
refusing to get into the cart ~
yet.
We shall persevere…
and practice…
with treats…
and
pray.
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