Walkways rise winsomely
Where riders waged war without warning.
wrapped the webbed wire and wrought iron wholly
with willful wit and writhing rage.
one waltzes with the unworldly swagger of a lover
once regular
run of the mill
routine
now radical, wonderful, wondrous.
once in a while
riders on rails rush past walkers,
risk spoke workings
wielding, quaking, wobbling.
weak in the knees while watching waves; edging on woozy
bewildered by surroundings
westward windows yawn
wind wreaks of sweaty hogs
reflections rippling
peaks reached
relief
-yet wisening
winter waits in the wings
disguised in a wig
who once rivaled the juvenile
jeering down under the wretched overpass
"you wilting wanker!"
what a relief - Wythe waxes,
when weakened, welt ridden tread,
taken out by two and a half hours
on a strung out ramble.
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