a crescendo: odes
Le Tour Week Three Poems
Ode to TT Helmets (Stage 16)
O teardrop. O gleaming bucket. You
Carry the vines of the body
And frame a face flowering
with pain. You’re not stylish.
But you carve air like
A lightsaber
Slices through
Battle
Droids.
O
Visor.
You reflect
The screaming world,
The absurd speed of
Tri bars and disc wheels. You
Flash past fans even uphill.
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