The charity woman rang the doorbell this morning
I led her through the house to the patio
Where you stood grim and steady,
Ready as ever to freewheel through
Winter, summer and daily seasons in between
Up to the canal and along its easy towpath
Lifted by gushing locks past the dank scented gasholder,
Stretching drying herons, occasional early morning deer
Regular all night drinkers, feral mink, television star foxes and
Once only the azure halcyon skim of a kingfisher.
The charity woman put on her cycle clips and rode you away
You will be rebuilt, polished and sold on for her Good Cause.
I hope to see you again with a new passenger aboard:
As lucky as I have been.
(Bike donated to: commonwheel.org.uk/maryhill )