This town still has bikes
small, medium and big
white, blue and black
Chinese and Japanese
fresh, old and broken
decorated and pale

Every morning I see
wheels on the roads
between rice fields
no noise they make
no poison they give
but peace they have

Sunday mornings
I see up to the hills
down to the beach
at every crossroad,
many colourful bikes
bringing fun and joy

We have bikeshops
exhibiting fresh bikes
promoting costly bikes
repairing broken bikes
Some people ride bikes
We still love you, bikes

Jogjakarta, 1 September 2004