Reality:
A cyclist rides through the morning light in Richmond Park in London on September 23, 2014.(Rob Stothard/Getty Images)
A cyclist rides through the morning light in Richmond Park in London on September 23, 2014.
Poem:
Road in the Foot
He cycled in the mist
with wheels rotated by turns-
once, twice, never stop.
He was halted on moving
and is being kept
on the road toward the distance.
Only leaving a black figure
with a blurring setting
and a hidden face.
Is it hardly to see?
It doesn’t matter, as long as-
looking at the front.
He was scared.
Really? But-
he was still advancing.
Will he lose?
No, he won't, because-
road in the foot.
Maybe this one is better:
Maybe this one is better:
Road in the Foot
He cycled in the mist
with wheels rotated by turns-
once, twice, never stop.
He was halted on moving
and is being kept
on the road toward the distance.
Only leaving a black figure
with a blurring setting
and a hidden face.
It is hardly
to see the front.
He was looking at the front.
It is hardly
to see the front.
He was still advancing.
The front was full of haze. I swear.
I can only see-
road in the foot.
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