Grand Canyon Wheelies

A short poem unpublished in anthologies.

In Anstruther

The Bankwell Road hill took

Our converted (turbo-fuel injected)

Fish boxes-wheeled and extended.

In the Arizona heat…

Seemingly I had nearly done the

Ultimate fatal wheelie

Hurtling in released pram into

The Grand Canyon.

I lived and now no Gran

To save me with

Skills honed in the Glasgow sausage factory.

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