Day 203

BICYCLES IN UKRAINE

Bicyles to freedom
Pulled by white flags and
The passion for life.

It’s a picture but it’s
The truth, and it moves –
To avoid the bullets and
Grenades –
And that other sense,
Emotion and hope.

Bicyles are silent,
Unlike machine guns,
Unless you peg cardboard
To the frame to hit the
Spokes to make a
Pretend motor.
That’s not the plan
For those who want
To escape to live.

The war is almost in its
Third trimester, but has
Already birthed thousands
Of monsters.

Bicycles are ancient
Technology, driven by
Muscle and desperation.

AGGIE’S ART OF HAPPINESS – CHAPTER 156