The wobble to the right
Is leaned out to the right
And so I lean to the right
And the ride balances left
How does the turn
Reject the concern
Of the fork
And handles heft
It's a backpack
Elastic
A wheel
Covered plastic
And when the ride is smooth
I'm lost in my thoughts
For I need not attentively sooth
The leaning onboard caught
Benchmarks compare
Heat to the cold
Relative stare
Italicized bold
Yet gyroscopes glide
Straight on I ride
The way I must go
For I've already rode
A wobbly rightward drift
A circular leftward shift
A lollipop lick
Steering the stick
On and on
An ending too late
A beginning too soon
A path on which I go left foot then right
Roman Ryan 