Ode to the Rolling (1st edit)

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Ode to the Rolling 1st Edit: 

Cuclunk cuclunk- 
The length of the 
slabs determine 
The sound of my --maybe no "the" "slow sounds" or "the tone"
footsteps.
I am that
concrete heartbeat. --no "that" maybe try "I am concrete heartbeat"
The bus driver is known to me, -- Id get of the but maybe that's my bias
Strapping me in,  --"strapped close quarters"
Close quarters.
The city and its planners
Make decisions
For me, now.
No faceless operators,
Unsung curb cuts, ---love this line
Unknown cracks in the pavement. I'd cut unknown maybe try "weather or ware"
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.

Love your edit just a few no ideas take em or leave them