Writing is like riding bikes,
you go at your own pace,
and carefree, carfree, go on hikes
where sturdy shoes replace
the rubber on the wheels propelled
by muscles and not gas,
while no pollution is expelled.
The verbal overpass
on which the writer writes his lines
gives joy to him and those
who excavate his mental mines
for poetry or prose.
No men on it are killed or maimed
not even when collisions
occur when bardic barbs are aimed
at men with different visions.
The highway leads to open spaces
where traffic has been banned,
and wit adorning wisdom graces
this cultivated land.
Oh, come and join me on my bike,
for if you understand them,
my words will take you where you like,
with me behind, in tandem.
In the LA Times Book Review on March 26,2006 William Gass writes: “Because books are like bicycles: You travel under your own power and proceed at your own pace, your riding I silent and will not pollute, no one is endangered by your journey––not frightened, maimed or killed––and the exercise is good for you.
3/26/06
gershon hepner
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