Sense Sonnet - Steamer

Cyclosis

Going from U.S to Bhutan,
Going on a jet plane that burns
Fossil fuels so I can get on
A bike and ride the twists and turns
Of the Himalayan high peaks
To chat with folks along the way,
Rubbing blisters upon my cheeks,
To put the climate on display.
The climate needs me and my kind
To help save it from you and me.
The more we try the more we'll find
Hot air is all we really be.

My mission - one group really likes -
The manufacturers of bikes.