Tribulations Of A Wheel

Galileo’s magnetism:

spokes and patches, rinds so

like oranges sweet as asphalt dreams

and fresh cement; planets and rings

Saturn doths no cap.

Perseverance-cycle:

winds unknown mingling in the

ancient depths of an old oak’s

branching will…  On the limb

of tribulation-shackles - hooked

like the greatest of loves -

hangs a bicycle tire, stranded

in motion swinging

and forgotten, blowing

in the wind; a strange fruit

for the masses to see.

I wonder how it got there…

The schematic of spherical objects

swaying in time with Lady Breeze

as the constant variable -

Pythagoras would awe in envy

the wheel, the rim

at the mercy

of an old crooked limb

whilst Lady Breeze blushes

a childhood whim,

a slight quartz jaundiced

and lonesome, juvenile eyes

peaking through

telescopic lenses and searching

for the Venus we fiend for - Pythagoras

would awe.

But yet and still

I wonder how it got there -

Copyright © 2005 Jacquii Cooke