a fender-bender frame
a tarnished chain
dull-toothed gears
may never roll again
exhaled rubber loops
exhausted from the strain
barely noticable shape to still remain
patient
sitting silent
creaking no more
weightless under no load
molesting intimate miles with a scorching road
patient
no complaint
punishment in silent spoken stride
quiescent ride
scaling every mountainside
supported and tuned
day and night
restful fury
the beast now tamed with a matted metal rod
perched on the ground
used
for now
for good
for what
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