1. Motorist’s
Lament
A narrow road, a mob
of cyclists —
Curse!
Double lines,
must not pass
go.
Slow up the hill, behind
chug, clatter
squeak.
All those tight, bright bottoms
in my face
eww!
2. Pedestrian’s
Lament
“Easy as riding a
bike” — but I
can’t.
Nervous little mother
insisted
not.
When I got to fifteen
new schoolmates
tried.
Lunch-time lessons each day
in the lane
but.
You leave some things too late —
forever
lost.
lost.
I fell in love with this three-line form (used for a dVerse prompt in previous post) and decided to use it again for Poets United's Bicycling prompt, creating two chains (how appropriate for cycles, lol).