Un parasol qui s'envole sur un coup de vent
Tawny brolly
slips the
surly bonds of earth
cartwheel-dances
from the
roadside
into the
fray
of the
peloton.
It’s alien:
shocking.
Mechanical
army of wheels
speeds past,
relentless,
whirring,
rider-soldiers
shouting
to avoid its
lethal thrust.
What causes
such rebellion?
Too many summers
shading families
on holiday
have turned
its head.
Sunstroke
with a gust of wind
releases it for
freedom, folly.
