Look at the rows of yellow bikes
With Iris symbol* painted blue
They’re great to hop on during strikes
And get you to your rendezvous.
Bright infiltration on grey roads
Like Shanks’s pony – but on wheels
They weave through traffic overloads
Oblivious - a car brake squeals.
Fresh-air fiends, fans of the sport
Or keen commuters without cars
All love this Brussels fleet; why walk?
But watch for clash of handlebars!
Some wobble, hesitate, look lost
Impatient drivers honk their horns
How will they cope when winter frost
Lies waiting hidden, as day dawns?
A cycle ride in summer sun
In parks and quiet streets – OK!
But snow and ice are just not fun
I prefer the bus or tram to sway!
(* symbol of the Brussels Capital Region - launched 19th May, 2009)
(c) Poet in the woods 2013