BY DAN DAVIDSON


Two months trapped in the cold,

ironically chained to this post,

snow-ploughed up to the axles,

rimed with forty-below hoar frost,

two cycles lean front to back

as if they could support each other

against the weather.

Ridden through summer’s dust and mud

they ended here,

stopped here,

transfixed by this impromtu

hitching post until

their transformation is complete.

In the chill of December,

exposed to the elements,

bicycles become bi-‘sicles,

bi-‘sicles built for two.