Bike, upside down. One finger, wheel Sent spinning Bike, upside down. Hand on rubber and it, too, Spinning One more Sent spinning. And here I stand, watching As my tires spin And the brakes do nothing And the wheels go nowhere But I like the whirr. Then back and forth I pace And as one wheel slows I push it back into motion. One hand one tire Just for a moment I like the whirr, I said it. As the clicking starts And accelerates And sings to me And the orchestra in my chest Is dizzy enough to forget.