These wheels

Two wheels like gentle fingers;
reading the palm of the land;
passing over every groove in the city’s fingerprint.
Like a needle on a vinyl pavement singing out the terrain’s forgotten tale;
the city’s symphony played out by my plastic orchestra of two
as I, the grand conductor, keep rhythm with my footsteps onward.

Every crack in my path cries out then instantly decays,
ephemeral yet everlasting, on these two perfect circles;
infinite.