Yard Sale of Thoughts

At a traffic light,
on a  motorbike,
I revel in stillness, 
purring alive.

I'm pillar, a beam,
 a load-bearing human being

reaching, extending 
crisscrossing the endless ceiling;
my saddle in line with my spine.

When panic subsides,
I cycle through bars,
wobbly refrains. 
and botched lines.

The city we know,
all tremolo:
the same repeated note,

echoes;
a rapid quiver 
we all feel inside.

On the road,
I am for once alone,
puttering in wait of a green light.

I picture the jagged staves of music 
written down the doorways
I left behind.

Who knew we were all mountain goats,
our vibrations hummed in one note,

rotating ever slightly faster 
towards greener pastures,

in search of a satisfying coda:
our own personal finish line.

©2025|K.F.Hartless

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GloPoWriMo #1: Today, we challenge you to take inspiration from this glossary of musical terms, or this glossary of art terminology, and write a poem that uses a new-to-you word. For (imaginary) extra credit, work in a phrase from, or a reference to, the Florentine Codex.