For Emily, wherever I may find her (no, really, where's my bike?...)

A poem of mixed emotions



Oh, brazen biking through hectic city streets
My butt bouncing on your hard seat
Never have my ischial tuberosities been so sore
Oh Emily, riding with you is never a bore.

While my love is eight long weeks away
through sapphic streets my bike and I will play.

Though not as pleasant perhaps as that greek isle
or riding Black Beauty english style,
We weave and glide through traffic galore
the daily accidents only build our rapport.

Oh Emily,
with sturdy spokes and rusty chain
the tarnished bell that will never sing again
callouses from your handlebars building on my thumbs,
I'll be distraught when our last day is done.

From hospital to hotel
the streets of Nanjing never feel like hell
When gliding on your frame of steel,
for 200 kuai you were a deal!

Though one day soon I must leave you behind,
for human adventures both far and wide,
I shall never forget my love for you
and the adventures and pleasantries you took me to.

Tire tread fading along the hard pavement
our every day was well spent.

Though bumpy rides
Though thick and thin
Shocks would have only been
added weight to your thin frame,
Oh Emily, how I hope we (never?) meet again!