Ode to the Rolling (1st edit)

[micah3801]

Ode to the Rolling 1st Edit: 

Cuclunk cuclunk-
The length of the
slabs determine
The sound of my
footsteps.
I am that
concrete heartbeat.
The bus driver is known to me,
Strapping me in,
Close quarters.
The city and its planners
Make decisions
For me, now.
No faceless operators,
Unsung curb cuts,
Unknown cracks in the pavement.
The city rolls with me,
Cuclunk
Cuclunk.


Original: 
Ode to the Rolling

The sidewalk under my wheels[edit: wheelchair] goes
Cuclunk cuclunk.
These are my footsteps now.
The length of the slabs determine
The sound of my feet.
The city and its planners
Make decisions for me
In many ways now.
I am that concrete heartbeat
I make the bus driver known to me
Strapping me in
Close quarters.
There are no faceless operators,
Unnoticed curb cuts,
Unrecognized doors held.
The city breathes with me,
Cuclunk
Cuclunk.