09-06-2024, 02:02 PM
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.
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.