If my pedals circled counterclockwise
My feet and face would feel the Fall
Propelling chains click, my loose legs rise
As towering trees scatter steadily and tall
A bike ride bringing back each earthly encounter
As if my senses never embraced effervescent air
Tires tear together like vibrant thunder
A rumbling summer storm restored to lair
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