Poetry in (Andrew) Motion

How strange. And fabulous. No sooner have I claimed that books and bikes embrace each other, when they embrace at all, like a precious dilettante would the great unwashed, when I come across this article on the Guardian's books site. Truly, the world moves in mysterious ways. No doubt I shall be exploring the works of Diane Wakoski in more detail during the coming days. How marvelous indeed. A momentary inspiration upon discovering the piece delivered this -

Let Ducatis growl, let Fireblades scream,
let skies be blue, let poets dream
of words that chase down four-wheeled prey
and stanzas fit to ricochet
from traffic light to horizon,
to sanity, mi corazón.



Right. On with the day job.