Cycling List #2

I cycle from home to the inner city through fields of scents; and try to name them:

sea salt
warm asphalt
wattle
exhaust
cigarette smoke
urine
just-mown grass
dirt
unnameable
the cosmetics department
deep fried food
air conditioning
industrial adhesive
Darryl Lea candy
commercial cleaning fluid
trees
my mother's perfume
diesel

On the bike path this evening

1. One white plastic spoon. Squished.

2. One ballpoint pen, older style.

3. Hipster dude on iPhone waiting for his ride.

4. A puddle of safety glass crumbs. Remnants of a break-in.

5. Broken plastic bits of car. Accident leftovers.

6. Dark coloured milk crate. Woops, swerve. Just missed it in time.

7. Pot hole, hiding in the dark in a shadow.

8. Blood from my grazed knee.