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Yes, I know it was last week's blog but I forgot to post. So here is what I might have posted. One of a series of bicycle poems I had to submit for an assignment last year. I'm not a fan of my own poetry, but this is one that I quite like - the nearest I've ever got to a love poem.

Revolutions. You were half a world away, planningpeaceful revolutions. You lunched atbreakfast, slept at tea, woke as I fellasleep. My wheels turned on dailyjourneys, willing your return. A two week sentence separated usthe day I got a puncture. I made vows for this: still, revolution is hard.There was no time to fix the bike –without you, life gets complicated.