To my friend Johnny


another autumn Sunday
we’re ready for some air
our urban cycling caper
is surely more than fair

we chat about all sorts of stuff
the high and the mundane
the rise of the machines and more
the paper and the plane

before the miles exhaust us
(we never break a sweat)
we find a decent coffee shop
the poshest one you bet

one day J went electric
we gave him lots of stick
but little did we know how far
he’d go to trump that trick

first he became invisible
and as if not enough
today he donned a pair of wings
and a triumphal laugh

now we cannot compete with that
he’ll always be ahead
we’ll fly with him on Sundays and
we’ll say what must be said

RIP Johnny Morris 3 Sep 1959 – 25 Oct 2020

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