ice man focus

tourdfmy forgotten muscles

go round, round, round

the flashlight shines out

and you’re on yer bike

in the chilly evening

under a cloudless sky

press on, on, on, miles to go

mantra in mind is a fake

when I arrive, give me the cake!

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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