Sap

As I pedal
these petals drift slowly out of range
ring my bell
so they get out of my way
and these streamers
flapping in the wind
like a plume
a battery of questions
shaking down soul
simply annoying.

Earth Air Water Fire
Rock Paper Scissors
Chicken.

More and Less
More or Less
pick one
and get on.

Tears on bark
a fallen tree
grubs inside exist
for me to eat
being calm
being free
burrow.

Listen to water trickle
palms tickle
offered.

Self control
light switch
pain on coals
rods and cones
and popped tires
so I ring the bell
cause my horn is in the shop
and I pedal home
living for another day.