Cycling Le Tour – Poetry in the Slipstream

8 Jul

Everyday we strive to know

when to stand and when to go

to train and learn, courage to grow

afraid of only the final no.

Mates, partners, foes and all

camped out on our heart’s own mall

love rides there too if we dare

to live our dreams refusing to stall.

Leaning forward, an act of commitment

true in the saddle braced against the battlements

he told me once and other times

I was the teammate of his life.

And it felt then as does now

a draft so light yet a pace that pounds

I tuck my head to close out the sound

of the coach’s pleading torrent

steering round the round about

slipstream in the current.

Fighting to hold on to a pace bespoke,

for passion and youth through the last pedal stroke

with a heart bright and full of hope

to make the tour next year.


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